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Do I intimidate you?
With the way I wear my skin
Do you fear the way I stand?
Because I don't let my insecurities win
Can you handle the way I walk
like I've got red carpet beneath every step
Do I intimidate you?
With the way I wear my skin
Do you fear the way I stand?
Because I don't let my insecurities win
Can you handle the way I walk
like I've got red carpet beneath every step
Medusa wasn’t always a viper.
Medusa was approachable, likeable, and even flirtatious.
Everyone noticed her golden-brown locks when she walked to her cubicle.
Sauntering.
Swaying.
Doing her thing.
they say that
Medusa was the villain.
wrong and evil,
a force against nature,
and yet all at once a victim
of her own malfeasance.
and yet,
in "re-writing" a myth,
we bring to light
no means no
telling you to get off and pulling away means no
not now means no
i dont want to means no
i dont feel like it means no
i want to go home means no
leave me alone means no
I don’t know how to write about you and tell the truth.
Bare bones, hands shaking, nothing left to do but fill the page.
I don’t think I’m at that stage.
I hear
a woman crying pitfully
a man bellowing
we are not all like that
it's not about
you, personally, sir
just our individual violations
show me one
Speak Up, Speak Out
silence is emptiness
emptiness left by our own inaction
inaction leads to no where
Speak Up, Speak Out
nothing said is nothing done
why wait years
Speak Up, Speak Out
It Is My Fault
I’m not supposed to fear men.
I shouldn’t be wearing black lacy underwear, it is my fault.
I can’t powder my nose with too much makeup, it is my fault.
S e l f d o u b t d r i v e s h u m a n i t y t o i r r a t i o n a l b e h a v i o r.
It’s supposed to be a fun night
Dancing with friends
Hitting on strangers
Having a little too much to drink
To Harry,
I hate you. You do not know me, nor I, you.
But I hate you.
You hurt one of the most important people in my life.
To Harry.
We haven’t much to call our own.
Not our eyes or our hair,
or our X chromosome.
Not our face or our fare,
or the places we roam.
#MeToo
for every time her hair wrapped my fingers,
and her body hugged the cold rim of the toilet,
because you decided
she wasn’t drunk enough.
#MeToo,
for all the accidental grazes,
You like it when he calls you baby
that his attention is all on you
You like that he kisses your forehead
and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb
He always asks how your day went
