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Over and Over and Over Again


I know that I’ve already written about streetĀ harassmentĀ before. But it’s something that does deeply affect me. The harassment that I have faced has always been brief and fairly mild: a quick grope, a catcall, a leer. But nonetheless, it’s something that ruins my day; I end up miserable, irritable, I cry. I hope that people realise that catcalls, leers and gropes aren’t compliments, having someone shout ‘hey sugar tits’ isn’t flattering, it’s often frightening. Having my space invaded, having someone reduce me to the sacks of fat a carry on my chest or lower back is not pleasant.

But I digress, I present to you: over and over and over again

Light touch
Quick feel
Hours, or days
‘Till it heals.

How did you walk?
What did you wear?
Make up on your face?
Flowers in your hair?

They think you’re pretty!
It’s just attention.
Nothing bad
Just a bit of fun!

I close my eyes
See the leers
Got to shut out
The pain, the tears.

But it passes,
And fades away
For a few short weeks
For a few short days.

Until that light tough
That quick feel
And it’s hours, or days
‘Till it heals.

 

From the Soul


Tears
Tears fall
At the latest jibe
At how tall
Or short
Or fat
Or thin
Or that
We wear the wrong
Clothes, make up
Shoes; We mus conform
To their made up
Rules
And regulations.

We’re being made
Less than human.
Not even close
To a woman:
Little more
Than a mass
Of parts
To be passed
Between men.

We cry
And weep
As our sisters’
Blood seeps
Into the soil
Crying for justice.

We Count Too


I suppose this poem is fairly self explanatory and was inspired by this a short piece on tumblr

http://whoneedsfeminism.tumblr.com/post/21037317092/i-need-feminism-because-no-matter-how-many-comics

So remember, We Count Too – enjoy!

We are fans
We are not attention seekers
We like Hans
And DC
And Marvel
We like to see
Our favourite characters
In cross overs
And ships
Just as much as you.

We are not treats
Or accesories
Tender meats
To be comsumed at your pleasure.
We are human
In every weight and measure.
Do not dismiss us
Or deride us
Because we challenge your
Sick power fantasy.

Don’t we deserve our space?
To talk and discuss online
The case
Of Who Shot First
Without being told to sit down
Or at worst
Threatened with assault or rape?
Why do we deserve to be raped?
Why are we ‘ugly dykes’
For opening our mouths?

Wilful Ignorance


I guess I wrote this one for the women and POC (People Of Colour) who cannot, and refuse not, to see racism or sexism around them. Who see the problematic portrayals of women and POC by both privileged and unprivileged groups alike but prefer to live with the blinkers on and collaborate rather than acknowledge and try to make a change. It is also the first poem I’ve ever written completely in free verse so I dunno how it has turned out.

Blind.

They are blind to see

The sexism before them

The racism

They refuse to become

Alert. Aware.

To comprehend.

Instead they hide

They bury their heads in the sand

And say ‘It’s OK’ ‘Nothing is wrong’

Whilst staring at their bodies

In revulsion

In disgust

They do not know

And they do not believe

That we do not lie.

We know what we see

And when we try

To explain?

‘You are paranoid’

‘The world is post-feminist, colour-blind’

‘There is nothing wrong.’

But please,

Do not go through life

Unseeing,

Unknowing,

Just consuming.

Lest the filth consume you

Lest it make you hate yourself

Hate who you are.

Remove the plugs from your ears

Shake the dust from your mind

Wipe the mud from your eyes

See

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