I am like you but not
My skin supple, warm-blooded, full of color
My mind boldly calculating what would break
You but not me.
I look down, demure in my plotting
Hidden in my hands, the chisel that will crack
The plaster of patriarchy.

My first entry for Sadje’s What Do You See #168 is also a quadrille for D’Verse (Q44 #167). I knew immediately when I saw the picture that it would pair well with De Jackson’s “word of the year”.
I used to be a lot bolder than I am now. My hand would be first one raised high if there was a need for volunteers. I was the friend who would go up to the person you liked and bring them over to talk to you. If I was interested in you, I would be the first to make eye contact. I was confident and had no issues making that known.
While I don’t think I am any less confident now, I don’t have the same need to be bold – I don’t have the same need to prove myself. My hubby knows I love him even if I’m not looking at him. All my friends are in relationships and don’t need me to make connections for them. I still volunteer a lot, but now, I wait and see if someone else will step up first.
Being bold also seems harder as a parent: having to think of consequences and how that would affect, not only me, but my family. Plus, there is less time to be spontaneous which (to me) is an aspect of boldness.
One place that I can still be bold, is in my writing. If you’re reading this, I’m making eye contact with you! 👀
©️ iido 2023
Because, as we grow older, we are more aware, of our own, limitations, which is what probably, makes us all, a bit, less, bolder than we once, were.
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Truth! Thanks for reading and this insight!
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I see you and hear you … beautifully written, oh to smash that plaster of patriarchy !
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Thank you, Kate! Chipping away at it also works but smashing would be much more enjoyable! 😂
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lol every time I chip a bit off it regrows twice the size 😦
Smashing it must be done by parents ensuring their own kids don’t perpetuate it!
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Your combination worked superbly Irma … oh .. to have a sharp chisel, my chisel is rusty and blunt …
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Even a rusty and bent chisel can make a dent…😉. Thank you for reading, Ivor!
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You’re welcome Irma
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The last line ties it all beautifully. Thanks Irma for joining in.
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Thank you for the inspiration, Sadje!
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My pleasure
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Love, love, love your last line, Irma. If only the grip of patriarchy were as fragile as plaster; we could have a cracking/smashing fest! I’m way ahead of you in age, and my boldness has definitely moderated, although not necessarily in my spoken words and certainly not in my thoughts!! 😏😊
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An excellent prompt mashup, Irma. May we all take up our chisels. And hacksaws. And whatever else it takes.
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