No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

Hi, my name is Lu- Wait, it's not like you care. You've already made assumptions based on my hair, Both the length on my head and what's down there. For my sex life, my body image is clearly your business, broadcasted news. If you can convince me it's a phase, for it's God's message (well… Continue reading No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

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Different perspectives excercise

Mid-thirties I’d say. First thought was married, only there’s no ring on his finger. His lips, pursed. Eyes scanning the menu. All an act of course, he knows the ins and outs of the thing. Probably too much. You know it’s mostly ready meals, but keep it quiet mate. He’s here every week yet he… Continue reading Different perspectives excercise

les-be-honest

  ‘but she’s a girl’ my mother said after I paid for dinner & the valentines’ card was signed with swirly, delicate style not block capitals like my father’s   her body like mine, but different iridescent, a beacon in the morning sun dazzling her spine like a torch   I touch, but it’s wrong… Continue reading les-be-honest

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… Continue reading so (i’m a slut)

Sanitary

When I was twelve, I thought I was dying “pre-adolescent, bleeds to death,” Crimson-stained, battle-scarred knickers Sat in the comfort of the toilet cubicle stuffing DIY bandages in the now-nappy of my underskirt   The unspoken word, the insult; euphemism (‘time of the month, love?’) Hidden parcel of embarrassment amongst groceries; Scanning the over-priced assistance… Continue reading Sanitary