Teach a man the word no
Instead of telling the women that she have used her nails to create daggers along the
Lines of his back, use her feet as the rocket that must launch him off of her and onto the pavement away from her
Teach the man no
It is not a question but a demand
Instead of teaching women self preservation skills to use in a dark alley where no one could see another one top of her, pushing and shoving her,
Her back, marked up not only by the marks that will stay on her even when they’ve faded, but by the pavement which she will hate forever because it didn’t have the power to swallow her whole
Teach a women the word no
Instead of telling him that he could have knocked her off,
No problem. It is a women, he is a man, it wouldn’t be that hard.
Men are stronger than women, it should have been easy
Teach them no
They are telling you stop
Screaming, crying, kicking, but pinned under them but they can’t hear a thing besides the fantasies of their consent
Instead of teaching them to use the muscles in their arms, in their legs, in their mouth to push her off,
She is just a women.
Teach someone the word no,
Please stop
When they are holding a gun at a man’s head, pointing, ready to shoot
Ready to rip flesh apart, while ripping a home apart that they haven’t even touched
Teach someone no,
Hear them out, listen to their calls that only seem to be noises in the wind, drowned out by sirens
Because they are really pleas, banging on someone’s window, hoping someone could just hear their calls
Teach someone to say no
They are wrong
When they have make a false accusation, judged someone’s personality by skin
By religion, by sexualtiy, but not by their traits
Not for the way they crouch down by their side when they are too weak to whisper in gratitude, not by the way they scream with them when they are promoted, not when their corny jokes make their dimples show and their mouth lift up at the sides giving their stone face a crack
Teach someone the word no
Because we even though it is a two letter word
It still seems to trip people up

Tripping
over the foot
that is connected to the
hand, that helped me up

A women, a phone stumbling in her shaking hand, wiping soft tears off of her sunken cheeks
She walks forward with a smile slapped onto her face.
A man, laughing at someone’s comment, as they walk away he rolls his eyes,
He walks the other way chuckling to himself.
A girl, head bowed down, eyes going left and right, devouring something on her phone
And smiling victorious as she struts away.
A boy, fingers intertwined with a girl’s while his eyes stare at his friend’s lips, wanting
But knowing he has a dangerous secret.
A figure, eyes tracing his moves, noting his hand movement, and sees him walk into a building, and stalks out of his hiding space with a scowl on his face.
A child, chubby palms touching everything, wandering as his mom smiles and chases after him with outstretched arms, while memories fill her eyes and fear grows and she walks a little faster.

The sound of silence
races through my mind
creeps in the corners of the streets
stalks the locals
until, it quiets the city with a roar

when my ocean of personality comes
crashing into your town
will you rebuild and stay
or pack up and find a new ocean to settle with.

Stuck in a room
With a car, running, fumes of hate
Streaming out of the exhuast pipe
I am dying to get out here