It reaches further than "please fuck me" or "don’t touch me"

It’s a liminal in-between 

A line we like to call blurry

But I never asked you to undress me

My body abandoned me

My words went slurry

Tongue too thick to go beyond a mumble

Kind sir escorted me to save me from stumble

Four times play on my mind

One of them I even forgot

Until it accosted me during a usual d...

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How many times must I rinse off the moon

And unpeel the stars from my skin?

Have someone ask what were you drinking?

How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?

Try configuring keys into shining beacons?

I cannot see in the dark

Yes, blackouts steal my sight

But when finished,

I wake up feeling feverish

And fear ferments and festers

The night can be sticky

H...

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My mouth took some months to bloom

My words took some weeks to flower

You and I do not speak different languages

We possess different meanings

“What is the curl of your tongue?

What is the grind of your teeth?

What is the bow in your brows?

What do you mean?”

Your bottom line is neat and fine

Your ballpoint pen bullet-proof

Underlined

My point is a r...

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Pink, Red, and orange

fade to black

and I take cover

hiding under the bed.

Laying with the demons roaring

screaming attack

I thought he was a lover

but he just needed to be fed.

Bigger than this body,

stronger than these bones

Crack

echos as the bones snap.

My ears ring with bawdy

words of meancing tones.

Wack

as he finishes his tap

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Time’s Up 

Is it coincidence

that at the end stage of the patriarchy

we see the extent of the abuse and rape of women exposed 

alongside the rape of the planet?

As the Earth is pillaged and torn,

all living beings regarded as resources or collateral,

woman is shorn,

time and again, of her dignity, stripped bare,

in the final days...

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Listen to me,

I know what you’re thinking,

“Great another poem,

Are we done yet?”

But listen to me.

You have a voice,

Right?

Well, use it.

Because unlike you,

Some don't.

But listen to me,

I don't know what you’re going through

And I can't tell your story,

Only you can.

So listen to me.

I want you to look around.

You are in a room with...

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Her lips were red apples,

“Don’t trust lust!”

They called her a hag

Told me she had driven me mad!

“Kiss me” she said

And then I dropped dead

Because I realised my story was wrong,

Erased the ending they taught belonged

And then all I had to do was admit!

Write into the story and say:

actually everyone I am g-

“She’s sick, she’s just sick!”

“She needs a doc...

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