Look me in the eye
Call me a slut
A whore
A sinner
If that's what you think I am
Don't hide behind your signs
And your slogans
And your fake smile
While your teeth drip venom
Don't pretend to like me
When you see me around town
Then whisper sharp rumors
Like knives that stab my back
I am one of those
Who has done the unspeakable
Speak to me!
I am sick of being stifled
I am sick of being shamed
Sick of wearing this tape over my mouth
And averting my eyes to your gaze
I am one
And it's time that I spoke
I would rather be spit upon
Than forgotten
Bleeding
From a wire hanger
Or a knitting needle
Between my legs.
submitted for One Shot Poetry Wednesday at One Stop Poetry
