I have shaved years off of my life
Afraid of being the type of woman
Men will hurt
Just because they can.
Or worse, because they want to.
I have become masterful at
Sharp edges and teeth,
At soft tongue and gentle,
Vacillating between the two
Depending on how my
Car alarm gut bellows danger
When he approaches.
Some men require
fuckyougetawayfromme
Retreat with your friends
Call him creep, weirdo, loser
As you walk away.
These men are the least menacing.
The dangerous kind -
He will run his eyes
Across your womanhood
So violating that they feel like fingers.
Will push close enough
That you can smell the cheap liquor
Sweating from his pores,
Can feel the heat of his breath on your neck.
He will call you
Beautiful, magnetic, sexy
Will wrap his octopus arms around you
Until your heart, so deep in your throat
Threatens to choke you.
He will say
Don’tbeabitch, whore, cunt.
He will ask you to be nice
And you will comply.
I have found niceness is often just powerlessness with a smile.
Afraid of being the type of woman
Men will hurt
Just because they can.
Or worse, because they want to.
I have become masterful at
Sharp edges and teeth,
At soft tongue and gentle,
Vacillating between the two
Depending on how my
Car alarm gut bellows danger
When he approaches.
Some men require
fuckyougetawayfromme
Retreat with your friends
Call him creep, weirdo, loser
As you walk away.
These men are the least menacing.
The dangerous kind -
He will run his eyes
Across your womanhood
So violating that they feel like fingers.
Will push close enough
That you can smell the cheap liquor
Sweating from his pores,
Can feel the heat of his breath on your neck.
He will call you
Beautiful, magnetic, sexy
Will wrap his octopus arms around you
Until your heart, so deep in your throat
Threatens to choke you.
He will say
Don’tbeabitch, whore, cunt.
He will ask you to be nice
And you will comply.
I have found niceness is often just powerlessness with a smile.