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for Robin Pastorio Newman


This poem is not a sexy poem

This poem is not built to please

This poem is intended to offend

This poem does not have good manners

This poem does not know how to behave

This poem does not respond to people

who say lighten up

This poem does not act like a lady

This poem is not sugar and spice

This poem is not nice

Stop being nice

Stop being pretty

Stop Stop Stop

We can't go on like this

being polite to the

idiotgentsia

We can't keep talking about power

like we're sneaking a smoke

in the girl's room

We can't march out the door

while we're darning their socks

It is not enough

Being loved is not enough

Being in love because he

does the dishes

remembers your birthday

buys you roses or

only beat you once

is less than enough

It is not even near the map

Let them do all the housework

when we do all the soft-shoe shuffling

and all the emoting

Let them be bewildered

when we decry pornography

but long for love making

Offend them in their faces

laugh at them

when they are

clumsy-paw naked

Offend them

We can't go on like this

without our own

serial killers

We can't go on being a threat

at slumber parties

We can't go on pillow fighting

the patriarchs

Offend them to their faces

Even when they are our friends

Even the men we love

just like the strangers

will rape us

with the force

of their silence

ignorance or anger

We are only the sum of our body parts

unless we tell them to knock on the

door before entering the living

room call before coming over

take up only their own space

We can't go on like this

calling famine an orgy

defining love as absence of self

We can't go on like this

being prisoners in our own clothes

tiptoed and teetering on our heels

Let them dismiss us as deranged

demonic deluded or dog

Let them damn you (they will)

Practice saying it in the mirror

Practice saying it with your sister

Practice Practice Practice

then scream it

out loud

in their face

Offend them

Forget the protocol

Offend them

Don't be gracious

Offend them

Get in their faces

Walk into the room wailing

Offend them

Offend them

Offend them

and

See if they notice

See if they feel it

See if they choke on it

like you did

when they

assaulted

you



When you read this poem out loud someone will call you an ugly bitter bitch

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