I am defined

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and what am I
but a woman
constantly consciously
disbelieving in certainty
evolving daily
fallaciously representing
girlish mores
hardly daring to consider myself
inherently important or intelligent
just managing to
keep the smile from slipping off
lips
made
nice and red
opulently promising
painting myself ideas
quintessentially devious
rearranging your furniture before you can buy me a drink

Stranger — look my way
travel the waves of my
undercurrents, part my
vanity
wanting nothing
except what I am inside
yearning for freedom from
zenana

Abecedarian [Exercise #6]