Voici un petit 'sneek peek' de mon prochain poème/slam. Je suis en train de le recopier (j'écris mes poèmes que sur papier) mais il est grave long. Patience.
***
2015
Also my first touch
With the real way
Women are seen
As I said
With new curves
And a new feminity
I was seen differently.
As an object.
I heard snickering
Behind my back
And boys
Checking me out
And the world told me --still does-- that I should feel honored.
Honored for what ?
That day
--Just a regular school day--
Waiting in line
In front of the teacher's desk
I could feel the boy behind me
Slowly coming closer
And pressing himself
Against me,
Clearly enjoying
The feeling my ass was giving him,
While I was there,
Paralysed by fear.
I didn't move,
Didn't say a thing.
What was there to do anyway ?
Tears of anger and despair
Were burning my eyes,
But I just waited.
Later on, I heard
From different girls
That he had done
The same thing
To them.
Funny how I wasn't that shocked.
It wasn't the first time
This happened to me
--nor the last,
for goodness' sake--
But we girls
Just laughed it off
Anxiously wondering
When the next time
Would be.
You lied to me.
You told me to fight.
To say 'no' clearly,
Without hesitation.
But you didn't tell me
How hard it would be,
Impossible, even.
You didn't tell me
About the fear
And the hopelessness,
About those burning words
Stuck in the back of my throat.
About how after a while,
It becomes
Normal.
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