at fifteen we didn't know
who the hell
gloria steinem was
and we didn't need any bras
to burn

what was important
was that the boys see our
hinting bodies
and take us to the movies
and throw gummi bears down our shirts
so we could squeal and
hit them
and whine and imply
'you gotta respect us!
we're women!'

so young
we were
feminists in low-cut blouses