Symphonic Tails

I think it's funny
The way men flip out their
Tails before they sit down,
Saving their suit from wrinkles.
It seems like such a dramatic
Gesture made to signify
Dignity and class.
Because gentlemen don't
Wrinkle or crease,
And they always flip out
Rather than tuck in.
Women don't have that
Luxury or dramatic statement.
Imagine the reaction
Received if a woman lifted her
Dress before sitting down,
Letting it fall around her but
Not under her,
Bare legs sticking to the plastic
Chair and underwear peaking.
That just wouldn't do.
How unfair life tends to be,
Keeping tails flipped out and
Skirts tucked in.
These expectations I am supposed to be
Confined to tighten around my
Neck like the tie I'm
Self-conscious to wear.
Because sitting with your legs
Squeezed together is uncomfortable and
Impossible for eight hour days
And going to the ballet with no
Bra is socially unacceptable.
And it doesn't seem to matter my
Desire to stick to chairs and
Let them hang once in awhile.
I find myself longing for
Luxuries that don't come with my
Body or sex or gender,
Kept from comfort and convenience by a
Vagina and boobs,
When sometimes all I want is to
Flip out my tails.