Possession (for Mark MacIsaac) (I apologise that this one's about being raped) I was unspoiled I was daisy fresh You stole me You begged You whined I gave in I stung I begged You came in You pushed You moaned I pushed back I gave up I quit the fight You came You were powerful You felt satiated I was humiliated I bled I confessed You denied You didn't bruise You are free I have nothing These Bare Feet Should I burn my shoes, too? I made enough so that I wouldn't have to But I had to We are infants! We want it now! Oh, if that's ok with you While you're cooking I'll be smoking Howling like an idiot Murdering you You want to knock me up? With that intoxicated sperm? Me with an apron And a thalidomide baby Yeah, better burn those shoes now Chemicals It is an arrangement An agreement I made But I am just a chick With imbalanced chemicals A short attention span I am just a girl A dizzy romantic Who loves to dance I dance toward you The beat entices me I stumble to that precipice Ready to fall Your war drums start Startle my senses And I, embarrassed Stagger back Back and forth I dance for you But you are just a guy With macho chemicals A life You are just a man With manly leanings You floor me Worthless I dance I dance I dance I dance I dance I dance I dance I dance I dance myself mad I always dance alone I shake my ass I spread my legs I open my loud mouth And am left with less All I've ever asked Is the love I deserve All I've ever given Is the love they've never earned
Oooh. You do know that those weren't written about you, right? lol. Hostility, hostility. Who cares whether women are perfect or not? Some guy treated me badly and another raped me. I never claimed any perfection on my part.
Quite a collection, and rather gentle compared to some I've seen. Quick question. Was the parenthetical apology part of the piece? Or a quick qualifier to ward off the flamers?
It's part of it. You can say what you want about what I write, I just felt the need to apologise that such things actually happen and that I wrote a poem about it happening to me.
Very gentle indeed then. On odd mix of anger and desire: "And a thalidomide baby" "You didn't bruise You are free I have nothing" "A dizzy romantic Who loves to dance" "All I've ever asked Is the love I deserve" I liked how you shared some of both. That takes a bit of courage.
Every word is vital. You haven't wasted anything. Your passionate disillusionment floors me. This chemical dance of pheromones doesn't see you. Where is the graceful dance of rising flying together beyond the emptiness of selfish codependency, insensitive abuses and hardened distance.
