Dirt
“You’re nothing but a dirty, nasty female”
His words rang in my ear
Rang in the air
The venom in his tone flooded the classroom
It seeped through his self-satisfied smirk
I could feel the blood flowing through my body
My heart was pumping adrenaline through my veins
Thump thump. Thump thump
I looked him in the eyes
And I broke into a grin
“I am,” I said
“I am the dirt swept under the rug
From every rape victim shunned
Every child told
‘It’s our little secret’
I am the fire roaring through the hearts
Of all who come before me
All who come after
Every individual told
‘you’ll never amount to anything’
I am the female you describe
Awful, icky, vile
Impure, revolting, unclean
Sickening, horrid, vulgar
I am a nasty woman”
And he finally sat down.