...if it was your sister...

No,
Officer,
you don't have to worry about me
pressing charges
I mean-
He didn't really do anything wrong.
I said no but he probably didn't hear me - he had his hand over my
mouth. He tore my dress and slapped my face and held me down
and my lip was bleeding. But maybe he thought I liked it that way.
And you see what I'm wearing.
I'm practically asking for it.
And he bought me dinner.
I was asking for it.
I probably even liked it.
That's it - I must've liked it.

I won't waste your time, Sir.
I'll keep my mouth shut.



I wrote this October 2, 2003 for my creative writing class. The assignment was to write a politcal poem. I didn't want to write this but it was in my head and literally wouldn't let me sleep when I tried to take a nap. On October 16 I read it at the Wignall Museum at Chaffey College for "An Evening of Music and Poetry of the Americas."
 


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(date: 10.17.03 All works property of Fish and Candy Productions, a division of JessCo.)

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