"thatgirl" poems
i’m that girl
the girl who looks good
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 **** you 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 vagina’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—
because I am THAT girl.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC