Things, and people, change. True story.
I am a feminist, I have been raped and abused. I find none of it funny in any way shape or form. I own the word cunt. You are not allowed to use it against me because it is my most powerful and frightening weapon.
I am aware, I am intelligent, I am a woman. I am used to a boot heel on my neck, but that doesnt mean I accept it.
After all
A man is a man, and if he isn't, he is nothing
it's supposed to be sage advice
it is supposed to make one feel like accomplishing something
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Sitting quietly in the corner
'he's a strange one that boy'
'why doesn't he go outside? Books aren't proper for a boy'
'He needs to be in the scouts'.
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As if I really needed a new definition of clumsy
our faces slowly crawl towards each other
each juking and jiving like ace fighter pilots
in a dogfight for life.
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Her hands, rough, cold and hard
Her eyes, a far away and crazy look
her mouth, twisted in a parody of seduction
i hate my body
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In the dark recesses of his mind
he creeps in on himself
He sees her lying there, and although they have made peace
He wants to kill her this time
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