March 5, 199

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Auong the Kaska in Canada,

AM A WOMAN

  
   
   
   
   
  
 
       
  
 
 
   
   
   
   
 
   
   
   
   
 
 

Squeeze me into
any form you like,
flawless fashion plate,
sex object,
child bearer.

  
  

Starve me
till my waist

eitthaner, 1977, disappears

Seah jF then install
new breasts

in me.

  

Stretch back
my sags

to keep me
unspoiled

by time.

  

Push, pull
press me
into the mould
till I
crack,
By Nik

 

 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
  
   
   
 
 
 
 
  
 
   
    
    
  
  

‘SHE ALONE?
WHO CAN SHE BE? 4
_ BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS —
_ WITH ALL THAT SHE SEES
Broken CAN SHE, THIS PERSON, :
REALLY BE ME? :
What have you done?
You’ve taken all the stuff populating the world. i
Hidden away, stolen from everyone. BY C. FINCH 4

Destroyed.
You thought you could fix it better than it was.
It wasn’t broken.

But you fixed it good.
But that is me.
Was me...or was

 

I was too young. Disposable Women
Am too young. Now 4
Always.
Instant woman, instant action.

<<Intervening were pithy, childish
I was saying them. fe Blow me up and watch me
So stupid.
And now stuff is common knowledg wheezze — . i
Every soul has access to it, for the .

iV as the air slowly escapes.
And I don’t know what to do. :
Tore life apart beneath my hand: Fae Pay me ;
I was busy living. You were too. — a

to treat me

What was it all about.... .
And then one day you are dead like dirt
We all die, sometimes.
So need to keep to living. _ and leave me crumpled,
And to dying, and to killing, ;

we leave to men. 0 crushed.

By Joyce Robinson Background graphic by Phoenix By Niki Kalondas