The Ties That Bind

 

Fur coat, no knickers.

No better than she ought to be.

Common as muck.

Too clever for her own good.

 

Slung out lines to stunt and mould,

ensure she doesn't reach her goals.

Keep her tight inside a box,

locked away from greatness.

 

Slappers, tarts, MILFs and cougars,

girl next door with Page 3 hooters,

sluts and slags and dirty bitches,

fried egg tits and split-arse wenches.

 

Acronyms and words to wound,

imbued with hatred, ugly tools

of fucked up fools and bully boys

unable to enjoy a woman's company.

 

'er indoors, the wife, the slice;

she's ruined now she's had a child.

Throw one up her, fuck her blind;

a sausage up an alleyway.

 

Shaped and shorn from puberty,

language used to keep us meek.

We live and breathe the daily stench

of all the world's misogyny.

 

To all the boys, big and small,

here's a little helper:

Never call a woman

what you wouldn't call your daughter.

 

 

Napowrimo 2019

◄ Immaterial

Divine Sight ►

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Laura Taylor

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 09:37

Sorry for the delay in replying - I blame a glorious weekend! 😀

Thanks so much everyone, and Greg - for sure. It's going into the set soon as I can learn it too.

Bang on Trev!

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Martin Elder

Sun 21st Apr 2019 14:52

The poem is fabulous Laura , rounded up nicely with the closing lines.
Nice one

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Trevor Alexander

Sun 21st Apr 2019 11:25

No punches pulled - great stuff. Should be compulsory reading, but I expect many of those who need it either won't understand it, or believe they're not who it's aimed at! I love it!

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Greg Freeman

Sat 20th Apr 2019 15:33

Great poem, Laura. One for the next collection, without a doubt.

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keith jeffries

Sat 20th Apr 2019 15:03

A poem to be venerated. Well done!

Thank you
Keith

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Dorothy Webb

Sat 20th Apr 2019 12:25

WOW! well done - well said.

Your poem should be displayed in all public places.

Dorothy

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Laura Taylor

Sat 20th Apr 2019 11:54

Day 20, Napowrimo 2019

http://www.napowrimo.net/

Today's prompt: write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.

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