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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…