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You make stupid comments
like you're entitled to spit that shit
out of your conceited mouth.
You hold yourself in the society of men
and deny that it's where you've made your bed,
but I've watched you for all these years.
You think I'm not justified to not like you,
to hate you, but if you were me
you'd hate you too.
When I say no, what makes you think
that I actually want to say yes,
but need some convincing?
What makes you think that my no meant yes?
Can you even hear me? I say stop and it takes
fifty thousand repeats before
you even consider doing so.
And you think it's okay to hit me
when you're pissed at me,
when your rage turns your face red.
You barge into my room like you're entitled to do so
even when you knock but don't yet get an answer.
And you deny that it puts you
in the set of rape culture,
yet you don't listen to the explanation.
Pull your head out of your ass
and take the shit out of your ears
because I, a young woman, am speaking.
It's weird, isn't it, that you constantly talk
about me and my cheeks in an "endearing" way
and that you keep pinching my arm?
But you say no, that the pinching doesn't bother mom
and therefore it shouldn't bother me
as if her reactions should always be mine,
as if she's never too distracted to really care.
And you're always getting in my space
and when I push you back
you ask what my problem is. It's you.
At times you pretend to kill me
or hurt me with elaborate or simple scenarios.
You insult me, curse at me,
and then expect me to treat you
with respect and kindness afterwards
and say I'm making a big deal out of nothing
when I give you my reason for wanting to punch you.
Do you understand now why I don't trust
your sudden niceness?
Do you understand now why I don't trust you?
Do you understand now?
like you're entitled to spit that shit
out of your conceited mouth.
You hold yourself in the society of men
and deny that it's where you've made your bed,
but I've watched you for all these years.
You think I'm not justified to not like you,
to hate you, but if you were me
you'd hate you too.
When I say no, what makes you think
that I actually want to say yes,
but need some convincing?
What makes you think that my no meant yes?
Can you even hear me? I say stop and it takes
fifty thousand repeats before
you even consider doing so.
And you think it's okay to hit me
when you're pissed at me,
when your rage turns your face red.
You barge into my room like you're entitled to do so
even when you knock but don't yet get an answer.
And you deny that it puts you
in the set of rape culture,
yet you don't listen to the explanation.
Pull your head out of your ass
and take the shit out of your ears
because I, a young woman, am speaking.
It's weird, isn't it, that you constantly talk
about me and my cheeks in an "endearing" way
and that you keep pinching my arm?
But you say no, that the pinching doesn't bother mom
and therefore it shouldn't bother me
as if her reactions should always be mine,
as if she's never too distracted to really care.
And you're always getting in my space
and when I push you back
you ask what my problem is. It's you.
At times you pretend to kill me
or hurt me with elaborate or simple scenarios.
You insult me, curse at me,
and then expect me to treat you
with respect and kindness afterwards
and say I'm making a big deal out of nothing
when I give you my reason for wanting to punch you.
Do you understand now why I don't trust
your sudden niceness?
Do you understand now why I don't trust you?
Do you understand now?
Literature
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other
The art of growing up,
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
the day.
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
instead,
but there’s nothing
beautiful
about that
either.
Literature
One, two, three
My boyfriend watched, open mouthed
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt an ocean rolling under my ribs
and an urge to cradle your urn,
rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
-
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you hated religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
-
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from
Literature
to everything there is a season
I.
as a flower or a man,
i shall burst,
and scatter.
as a corpse, i shall
peel away, and
return to the earth,
the air. i'll be in
your lungs yet.
II.
look, it’s not that i’m not
a little bit charmed
by the concentric circles
of existence, and the love,
the bitter, bright and
stinking
love.
it’s not that i don’t like
carrying this body that is a miracle,
a miracle in the sum of its parts.
kahlo got it, she knew what
she was talking about –
but i won’t put words
in a dead woman’s mouth.
and the hot sweat of it here,
the pain, the fuck and the sour wine
of it here,
it isn’t really chaining
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My twin brother Jalan said he wasn't sure that my vest fit me, that if I was wearing it by itself (which is creepy in itself for him to be thinking about) that it would "probably fit" me. SO basically I think he called me fat which is very rude and he makes comments similar to this like it's no problem. So I started writing this and ended up thinking of all the times he's just been an idiot and an ass when talking to and/or interacting with me. He thinks it's all right to treat me the way he treats me, like it will have no effect whatsoever on how he treats other women and I beg you to tell me if you think he's right. I beg of you.
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He's not right. of course the way he treats you will affect the way he treats other women, whether he realises it or not, whether he accepts it or not.