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Cats
I do not exist to be looked at, or dreamed about. I exist to be cowered from, because I am a nightmare, now. Maybe, once upon a time, I had the time to be something else, but now, it is too late, I have been looked at too long, leered at, shouted at, and now,…
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Imagine How Tired We Are
Why did the poet cross the road?To escape the man who grabbed her hand,spitting out a spun line about how he knows her from somewhere,knows her friend,just wants to get to know her,just wants her number,won’t take “No” for an answer. Fucking feral,her sleeve in his fingertips,wild lights at the crossing as the stars watch,the…
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I Do Not Want Equality. I Want Revenge.
I thought I’d write a flowery phrase about the women that inspire me,all the aspirations they dared me to dream,the ways I followed the paths they placed before me,but,no.I won’t betray them by being docile in the face of disrespect. It is a day for women,and I tire of men doing the minimum.I don’t want…
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The Lightning Will Come
I could feel the thunder in my hair extensions.Nothing makes sense for me,you know,I was just always that kind of girl,the impossible kind who finds unthinkable and inconceivable experiences,and then,just lives them,so it was not a surprise when a sound shook my body,but began at inanimate strands of hair. I wasn’t supposed to be there,that…