I am not sugar and spice and everything nice
I come from women
who never asked twice
All bullets and vice and daggers and dice
The kind who’d answer
your slap with a slice
There it bides; untouched, untyped
slamming against bone and boredom
stalking, storming, writhing, waiting….
A prompt poem that I found way more fun than I probably should have. Thank you for reading you lovely thing finding beauty in simple spaces.
I’m lucky enough to have an amazing partner who calls himself a feminist. This little dose of sadness with sarcasm is for those who think feminist is just another F word. Thanks for reading you brave and beautiful beasts unafraid to stand up for those simply asking for equality.