Ana Perseski
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A lover of all things strange.
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Men holler at me as I walk down the street
Men holler at me as I walk down the street and my body burns like a building. Invisible steam is rising from my ears, scorching heat is blistering my ribs with every heartbeat, soot is blinding my vision. This rage could destroy a planet. Every violation flashes through my mind in the space between seconds. Eve taking the first fall, labeled seductress, siren, witch, sinner, ruiner. Every time a fertile womb was used to chain a woman's freedom. The word hysterical spat like a diagnosis. The floor length skirts. The rope bonding her screaming form to the stake. The body that was never hers. Every baby who had to feed under a blanket. The body that was never hers. Every bottle of pink lipstick mace. The keys clenched between knuckles. All the unwelcome hands taking what was not given. Every she was asking for it, she should have known better. Every rape kit growing mold because these things take time honey, unfortunately that's how the system works. Every bodysuit pair of spanx under guard uniforms, just in case. Every black eye dealt after too much bourbon. Every where's my dinner, bitch. The earnings that are always less, no matter the intellect or the hours worked. Every doctor who rolled his eyes, you're too young, what if you meet the right person? What if he wants kids? The audacity to govern her own body made into something criminal, crowds chanting killer, the click of handcuffs echoing into history. Men holler at me as I walk down the street and my body burns like a building.
By Ana Perseski4 years ago in Poets
