If you are anything like me
you see a lady approach the mic and think these things:
One) is this a poem about how hard it is to be a woman?
poetry about sexual assault all starts to sound the same after a while. Women who write rape poetry
stories to stem the tide of nobody believed me because I told nobody – fuck, why am I telling bodies about what happened to my body? My body is my body
I am not the story scrawled onto me
When you share a story, will you become
Her, that’s the girl who read the rape poem. Powerful, dude. And I kinda sorta wanta claw your eyes out because you are a witness. You came you saw you heard – i had my expulsion but I won’t let you leave and take my secret with you to be dissected later over lattes
Yeah i went to this slam last night
Chicks reading rape poems. Pretty good though.
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