from: nov. 2010 in Poems: 2006 - 2014

  • Nov. 12, 2016, 8:48 p.m.
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‘’wrote this today. didn’t come out the way i’d originally planned. inspired by the film For Colored Girls.

Its just a whisper just a fuking whisper

You can deal with you’ve dealt with much worse

It doesn’t even deserve to be talked about because. It’s not physical. Because if you have both parents you’re fine.

Because we’re fuked up in our thinking.

It’s just a whisper

Its not

That

Bad.

Losing 2 pounds

Soon a whisper becomes a scream

It’s been a whisper my whole life yours hers

People barely hear whispers and sometimes they don’t even hear screams

It’s just a whisper she thinks as she rearranges her elbows so they’re not touching her hip bones.

Just a whisper.

Sitting with her shoulder pressed against the bus

Seat

Bench

Instead of her back

No one sees you but you see everyone and you always have.

Sex it’s not just sex

Sex is rooted somewhere like everything

Like cuts drinking drugs addictions

Nothing’s ever that simple

For now it’s just a whisper it’s not full blown you can handle it

The pain is 4 on the scale

And yet the anxiety proceeds.

The body’s whispering not yet screaming so we don’t need to listen.

But maybe we do so the whisper doesn’t become a scream so the pain doesn’t get that bad so the body

Can live and breath and death.

It’s just a whisper fuk you and the horse you rode in on

Just a whisper in her pain and passion and power

Alliteration.

Things are funny according to dry senses of humour

If you have one they are.

And violence wouldn’t be here

It was never like that it was never that big

Never that…..no it was. Never. That.

Cuz you look at me and you watch the way I walk and you want me cuz you’re a man and you know what you want

You wanna fuk me

No.

You don’t own the world you don’t own me

Women realized this in the 1960s

Where the hell have you been.

You want me cuz I’m cute or beautiful or sexy

Cuz you’re a man.

And that’s why women band together.

The color purple connection.

Being meaning

That

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Her favorite color. when she was little she did a report on alice walker who wrote the play the color purple in which

A character was sexually assaulted

It’s never someone we don’t know.

It’s always been just

A whisper’


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