so (i’m a slut)

‘whore!’ they shout as your best

mate wanted what he couldn’t have

and your brother’s cousin’s ex-girl

friend is insisting i’m

sleeping in her spot

 

so i’m asking for

it, because my skirt is above

my knee, my bra strap showing when

he was the one that

un-clipped me from behind

 

so, consent isn’t a ‘thing’

no, you grew up thinking ‘no’ was

a challenge, that ‘no’ meant convincing no,

means not no

-w but

‘maybe tomorrow’

 

and if it’s no i’m a ‘prude’

if i’m pure, i’m just frigid

if not, i’m dirty yet every

shower is an attempt to scrub clean of you,

how does my shower gel

reek of your odour

 

so, i’m a slut,

for female equals fetishize

for my clothes are sewn for

your approval

for

 

i’m society’s object, a physical

and you stand tall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: Lucy Hancock

Second Year English Literature and Creative Writing student at the University of Birmingham. Lover of the outdoors, adventuring, cinematography and words.

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