Who are you?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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And who are you?

To make me feel dirty.

While I’m walking down the street.

Two blocks from my home.

I do not smell.

I’m wearing deodorant.

And I just showered this morning.

 

And who are you?

To make me feel pressured.

Into following your orders.

When I’ve clearly had too much to drink.

I’m only seventeen.

And you’re five years my senior.

Shouldn’t you know what you’re doing is wrong?

 

And who are you?

To make me feel nervous.

To yell at me to “get in the car”.

Because you like the way my ass looks.

In these plain blue jeans I’m wearing.

I’ve never seen you before in my life.

But I’ve seen you before too many times.

 

And who are you?

To make me cry.

Alone in my room.

Where the salinity stings.

My wounds that have still not healed.

From last time one of your relatives.

Ran me over with their testosterone.

 

And who are you?

To put a price on me.

Or have the audacity to ask me how much I cost.

Because

Power has no price.

And if so.

Mine would leave you penniless.

 

And who am I?

To tell myself that I’m not worth it.

That I am not beautiful enough.

That I’m too fat.

Or that a man defines my purpose.

 

And who am I?

To not tell myself to fuck off.

To not tell them to fuck off.

 

And who are you?

You’re a stranger.  

 

And who am I?

I’m in love.

 


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