The Buddha walks a mile
in her shoes at the local community college
for Women's History Month. With the other men
who signed up for the event, he rummages through boxes
of women's shoes looking for a pair that will fit.
You want socks with those, bro? asks the office
assistant, as he gingerly slips on a pair of open-toe
leopard print wedge platforms. He wiggles his foot around
a couple of times before he can slip it in; his bunion
always gives him trouble. They're getting ready to walk
around the quad, past the student dorms and down
to the plaza in the middle of the mall, where a SAFE
counselor will hand out pamphlets with statistics
on how many women on college campuses get raped,
assaulted, victimized in domestic relationships.
The Buddha is disturbed by these stories. He cannot
fathom the hatred and the violence, the displaced
self-loathing that seeks its target in female
bodies, the suffering. He recalls the brothels
along the coast, the sad eyes of women in the windows;
the way, in his own hometown, there are still fathers
who think daughters don't need to go to school,
households where girls are made to take their sleeping
pallet outside to the porch or behind the kitchen
when they have their period. He hitches his robe
a little higher around his ankles; he adjusts
his stride, determined not to wobble or fall.
Copyright Credit: Luisa A. Igloria, "The Buddha walks a mile" from The Buddha Wonders If She Is Having a Mid-Life Crisis. Copyright © 2018 by Luisa A. Igloria. Reprinted by permission of Luisa A. Igloria.
Source: The Buddha Wonders If She Is Having a Mid-Life Crisis (Phoenicia Publishing, 2018)