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mark soltero Dec 2021
strobing images flash inside
your body out of sight
you’re temporary love in his arms
his body is now your throne
your home away from me
a shrine to his transgressions
in the dark you lie to them
and you love it too
pretending the shackles you don are for him
the dead bird Feb 2016
why don't you
the man says,
looking at me.

you old thing,
the child says,
kicking the dead bird.

I'm not going to smile
to look pretty for you
a sight to see
a sight for sore eyes
I am not
a dog.

in my
my ex would tell me
every day
to clean his room
clean the basement
do the laundry
if i didn't
I was treated
like a bad
made to look at the mess
it was not mine.
many times,
when I did
it wasn't sufficient
"I *******

clean it yourself,
but no,
I did.
even when
I didn't like you.
even when
I hated you.

when I was 19
at the bookstore
a man
told me to get him
a card,
could have reached it
could have done it
guess I misheard him
and got him the wrong one
"are you stupid?!"
in his thick
"stupid girl
get me
a napkin.
throw it out
throw it out
I said"

you can't be any
good at video games,
you're a girl.

you can't be
you're just doing it
for attention.

you can't
wear that
and expect people to respect you
expect people
not to harass you
expect people
to think you're smart
expect people
to not think you're a

I am a ****
for being confident with my body
for being comfortable
my sexuality
for being open
my orientation
for enjoying
then yeah, I am
I am not ashamed
of any of those things
and they do not make me
less of a

tell me
to smile.
tell me
what to do
when to do it
I will do
what I want
whenever the ****
I want

I won't
I will wear
tank tops
and makeup
and beat your ***
in every video game
make you feel
I will
speak my mind
have opinions
I will
read literature
educate myself
educate others
I will
have ***
with whomever I want
safely, but
without any shame

I will
im trying to write a poem every day and oops its 12am and i didn't write one oops oops oops (this counts)
OliviaAutumn Nov 2014
The fragility of female flesh,
The feminine depth within each pore
Hides a deep havoc beneath glowing embers,
A storm man fears and calls a *****.
meowddy Sep 2014
I am proud of my stretch marks
they are war paint
for the battle people call life

I am proud of my thunder thighs
they make it easier to
smash the patriarchy

I am proud of my chub
it keeps my heart warm
against the cold winds of people's insults

no longer will I let misogynistic views
control my life and
decide my social standing

and no longer will I be told that
I'm pretty "for a fat girl"
or smart "for a fat girl"
or kind "for a fat girl"

because fat is not a taboo word
and longer will I let you
define who I am with a simple word
that cannot hurt me

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