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realophelia -> Sticks and Stones (short poem) (11/14/2004 6:09:29 AM)
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Sticks and Stones
I am on my knees
Looking up so high
My neck hurts,
And you are asking me
Questions,
And in between each unanswered question
You slap my face.
There aren’t any other hints
Just the slaps.
So I begin to get the words out somehow.
I am your slut,
I say,
I am your slave,
And then I am stuck.
But the slaps keep coming anyway,
And it is impossible to be stuck.
I can only go forward.
I am you puppy,
I say,
Suddenly happy;
Not just happy to remember,
Not just happy to give you what you wanted,
But happy to be that.
Happy to be dear to you.
Happy to have that place.
Happy to be your little pet.
And then there is more.
There is always more.
And eventually,
Between the slaps
I find it.
I am you bitch, I say,
And my voice is low
Because I am saying bitch
The way that you mean it,
Not in a moody PMS sort of way
But dark and derogatory
And cruel.
~2004
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