I am thankful to women. I am in awe. I am inspired. What’s with all the love? It started when I turned the last page of Lean In. Sheryl Sandberg’s message is simple: “Ask yourself: What would you do if you weren’t afraid? And then go do it.” I am damn grateful for that message.
Sandberg wasn’t my only inspiration this week. I attended a reading by the brilliant Jennifer Egan. I watched the season finale of Lena Dunham’s “Girls”. I read articles about Tina Fey, Beyonce, and Taylor Swift. They all have the guts to follow their passions – and to lead. I give them a standing O.
What about the women in my life? They are the most inspiring of all. My mother’s creativity and selflessness dazzle me every day. My friends give and give and give of themselves, and have no idea how they shine.
I am feeling the love, and now I want to send it out – in the form of this poem. Enjoy!
What Do Women Want?
By Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.