U N D E R the dark Under the guise of too many shots That girl who will make you come in her mouth But never come over That girl you can **** but can’t Call That girl the one who will ******* like your ****** is the center of her universe, the sum of her self worth, the essence of her being but can’t hold hands with in public I’m that girl
But I’m also THAT girl.
The girl who believes in a revolution of thought in body that girl who will
NEVER let you define her worth, her ****’ worth, or her ******’s worth.
THAT girl who will spit flames or warrior women in your mouth at any suggestion that women are the ‘weaker ***’
THAT girl who will always answer
catcalls with
a
* ROAR
THAT girl.
I’m a feminist with a chipped shoulder, a chip that has been worked at and worked at by boys like
you*
boys made of salt and misogyny
boys who “are apologies that should have been made to women long ago”
boys that have made me what I am.
& maybe that’s why you thought I wasn’t good enough—