by the time you came back to
me, it was the first time i saw
the real you--no more projections.
i didn't know what to make of it
then, and i'm still unsure in my
feelings now.
i now have my peace, and i don't
want relationships of any kind that
show up with thief intentions and
political charm. i am not waiting
around for you to come in and rip
me apart and to then call that love.
the boy who pulls the girl's hair--is
that love, or someone constantly
displeased with the boundaries set
and their entitlement to choose
violence to get what they want, like
that love is something you can force
into being?
and when that girl grows into
a woman, does she then believe
that her subconscious conditioning
to expect her boundaries be constantly
pushed until she gives way, her mind
falling into pieces around her feet
as the world around her says this is
how someone shows their depth of
affections, the trueness of their heart?
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NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE
Poetry"The boy who pulls the girl's hair--is that love, or someone constantly displeased?" In NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE, this prose-poetry chapbook explores feminine anger, the wisdom of boundaries, and using one's womanhood to heal their girlhood. New poems re...
