Girl With Tear

She was having one of those bad hair days

The crystal blue eyed girl

The perfect lashes

The cultured brow

Outside the sky was the colour of slate

But the diagonal screen kept the night away

All she wanted was some square jawed Joe

To trample into her simple temple

All she ever got was schmucks

Them’s the breaks Daddy-o

Her face like some sunburn...

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I am not free

but tense and unwavering

I am not heard

but roused and spoken for

I am not seen

but misguided and reassured 

I am not understood 

but manipulated and suppressed

I am not felt 

but raped and ashamed

I am not yours

but degraded and sold

I am not inanimate 

but painted and wound up

I am not free, how could I ev...

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Her legs are like a motorway network

leading to know where

it’s congested

there’s been an accident

and everyone is pissed off

because it is going to take forever

to get home

how inconvenient

and when you get to the end

there’s a crash

and everyone slows

down

to look.

Please

stop.

Get out.

Help.

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#notavictim

I can hear them, the voices, the shouts,

the cries of hurt and solidarity.

Me too, moi aussi, anch’io

no boundaries.

I could add my voice.

I remember the chaffing of the rope,

the cut of serrated steel,

the boot shaped bruises.

The entering of my person was in fact the least of the violations.

He still did not possess me.

I remember fear,

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