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⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to sexual harassment ⚠️
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Wearing mirrored sunglasses
is not a fashion statement
but a statement of
perversion.
Did you think
they would bury
your sinful leer?
That I would not
catch you staring at me
as I made my way
through the parking lot?
That I would happen upon
my own
fearfully contorted
reflection
instead of your
girl-hungry glare?
That I would be silent?
For
silence
is a language
I discarded long ago.
Later,
after blowing me
an array of kisses
through yellowing teeth,
you yell from
your car window
and accuse me of
staring first
when we both know
I just stared
back,
my eyes arranged into dog fights.
Lick your lips
at me
like I am prey
and you will
unveil both the
She-Beast
and her bite.
I will not be stalked--
Instead,
I stalk away,
spitting the word
"creep"
over my shoulder
like it is salt.
Behind me,
comes the snicker
of a hyena--
but I know
that hyenas
snicker even when they
have been
wounded.
I ensnare you
in these words
like the animal
you are.
Remember.
my poetry cuts deeper
than the teeth
of any carnivore.
Remember--
the Poem is
mightier
than the
pervert.
Image Source:
xxyyxx gif, smoke shrouding woman in fox mask (n.d.). [image] Available at: https://gfycat.com/polishedgoldendarklingbeetle [Accessed 4 Jul. 2020]
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