Just like a girl, I started reading this book only because I needed something to do while waiting for a boy to phone. Even though I’m an avid reader and passionate writer, my world is put on hold (but not all the time) whenever a boy is involved. While waiting for the ring-ring-ring that would never come, I scanned my sister’s towering pile of books and selected a thick anthology to pass the time— that anthology being Just Like a Girl: A Manifesta; an anthology containing all women writers. I had started reading this book months earlier, but boy-duty called me away. This time, nothing or no one would or could pull me away for the foreword, written by poet Sonya Renee Taylor, drew me in, kept me in my seat:
In the poem “Girrl,” we are schooled by poet Nikki Herd who tells us to
Meghan Fox’s story shows it best: the women in this book are not of the what-you-see-is-what-you-get variety. The women in this anthology can be anything, are everything. They are women who have no need to get their groove back because they never lost it; they are superman’s muse. They might even be Superman— the S upon their chests/breasts standing for numerous things: sexy, satisfied, strong, smug, self-righteous, size 14, skinny twit, sweet-on-women, sick-&-tired-of-bullshit, somebody’s savior, sophisticated, soft, sturdy, student-mother, supreme lover, sister, selfless, selfish, solo, smart, super bad.
Just Like a Girl: A Manifesta is available for purchase at http://www.amazon.com/