I pad, stridingly down the street,
powerful, invulnerable,
one hundred and fifty centimeters
of indomitability
A man yells from a car
“sit on my face”
I riposte
“so your nose is bigger than your dick”
His three friends emerge
Scary, yes,
an unbroken stare
and a blade in my hand
They leave.
gangs rapists are closet fags,
they want their dicks where their mates ones were.
Not all of us can fight like I can,
I learned never ever to be harmed
that way ever ever again.
Sisters
You can fight like me,
sans fist or blade,
cos you know what they are,
knowledge is power
and they have none,
when named.
Love you my sisters,
we have the upper hand,
and it’s pretty.
Comments
Aeron
Loved the message, if only we could harness the universal anger about such things and educate these drifting thugs.
Part of things we have to put up with when a civilisation reaches out for destruction..
I hope you can write more for us it will give us an extra facet on life..
Welcome to our site and just ask if there is anything you need to know,
Yours Ian .. x
PS:- Love the expressive picture on your profile..
thank you Mr Sparrow
and i love your pic.
My only crit...
is the first line. When I read the word [pad] I think of a soft step, maybe even stealthy. The next word being stridingly [which should be stridently], gives the the feeling of power and purpose. Maybe, you might use another word instead of pad? like [strut or step]? Nice to see a woman that isn't afraid to use the threat of violence to get her point across. ~ Geezer.
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Thank you Geezer
I see the conflict but really like pad because it makes me think of a big cat like a panther or leopard.
Now I don't know what to do.
You
sound like the woman from Ms. 45.
I haven't seen that
but I really loved "I Spit On Your Grave".
Good one
Repentance is a personal decision and all of us soften our hearts that much love and peace will be the universal controller.
(I learned never ever to be harm that way
Ever ever again.) This part touch me a lot thanks for this poem.
I'm glad it touched you, Simon
but sometimes we need to harden our hearts, I think, just to survive.
Maybe not the heart itself but hide it in a hard safe place to protect it until it is safe to come out.
there is a thin line between
there is a thin line between fear and courage and in your poem you have urged the girls to cross the line and not be vulnerable to threats...
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yes but...
most women can't fight most men physically. Something happened to me and I learned fighting and weapons. One good punch instead of a scream and most men are so startled they back off!
For most of us we need to find our power in other ways.
Good point, Mark!
Don't say it, just be it.