caught I am Queen
out of the OCBC theatre festival.
it played out the life
of a Stripper
in the pre anti-vice movement days
of the 1950s in Singapore.
it was quite
moving particularly
when the dying raped Betty
laid onstage as
her broken, damaged soul slowly
died along with her
abused, unloved body.
it is all very sad
how men objectify women and
how women themselves
perpetuate it.
sometimes i don't understand
why we all succumb to the
expectations that
society put on us women,
to look or be a certain way.
it is certainly not
absolutely reasonable
yet,
how many of us can garner that
much strength
and courage to
challenge this
status quo?
it will always be an irony
how women destroy one another
and damage themselves
trying too hard to live up
to these expectations
just so men could be happy.
7:30 PM