It was bound to happen eventually.
I’m not surprised.
THAT part of town? THAT time of night? With THAT guy?
What was she wearing?
Well there you go.
She should really know better.
Leave something to the imagination hunny. Stop selling yourself so short.
Can’t you hear yourself?
Don’t you understand the words out of your mouth?
“Leave something to the imagination?? What do you think I have down there- a utility belt?
That would have been useful the night of September twelfth
Two years ago
Three months. Three months before I would let myself
IMAGINE, accept, acknowledge, it had been assault
Four months before I had the nerve to speak out
Three months after you fled this town.
I once heard the comparison made
Between a displayed body and a chocolate cake
My blood burned, my shame returned, but they got something right
To objectify is to take a bite
Deliberately consuming til there is nothing left
Whether its pound cake or my poorly concealed breasts
Until you are satisfied, full to bursting, satiated
As you get to walk away and my purity is debated
Modest is hottest they say with pristine grace
What is hottest is walking home with sweat streaming down your face
Your legs on fire (LIAR, LIAR) in dress pants and baggy sweater
While the shirtless boy for hire mowing the lawn is never better
Beer in hand he asks for trouble
From fallen twigs and hidden rubble
Beer in hand, skirt hitched high, far from sober
I ask for nothing, celebrate the week being over
I am sick of being told by men in grubby pants and ironic vests
Where to go, how to act, and most important how to dress
I don’t want to be your wife, lover, MOTHER, or mistress
I don’t want to be questioned in times of distress
About the length of my skirt, the extent of my flirt
Or my intentions with the boy coming at four
I don’t want to have to text my friends on a weekday night
To see whether they made it safely to their door
I want to be treated as a person when dressed from head to toe
Given the same respect no matter what I choose to show
My dress is not consent, I ask for nothing, don’t resent
Me for having the confidence you tried so hard to steal
To strip from me, but nothing else can be revealed
So here’s a revelation, forgive me for being crass
But you can take your “modest policy” and shove it up your ass.