If You Can't Handle Me


I'm a woman

But not the palatable kind

Men see me

They want a taste but often can't stomach it

I writhe and thrash around

Until they have to spit me out

But women always see me

The whole of me

The pit of me

Every last bit of me

They don't complain that I'm too dark

To shine their torches through me

And make me bright 

I never bend to their will

But I soften under their touch:

I reach out my arms

And stretch them around to

Encompass them safely 

I tuck them into me


Many men, however... struggle 

The alphas 

The ones with something to prove

To everyone yet no one in particular 

Yes, THEY feel threatened

By my shrugs and sharp words

As though designed to hurt

They lash out with their tongues 

And sometimes more 

Dominant men can be

My trigger

The guns go off

I want to break them down

Maybe that's just me 

I don't want to smile pretty 

And blush at their "charisma"

Splay my legs and play dead 

It makes me bitter 

I won't be soft like butter 

And for that I'm a "crazy," "bitch," "nutter"...

I'll break their arrogance 

Throw them in the gutter 

Until they thank me 


For anything they get from me 


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Tue 28th Dec 2021 20:09

Is thankfulness a sign of defeat or respect?

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Fri 17th Sep 2021 12:37

Thanks Graham for your thoughtful comments as always ?

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 17th Sep 2021 05:19

A very direct stream of consciousness style piece. The strength is in the words. Sentiments aside the message couldn’t be clearer. Good work!

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