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i am
her
and she
is
me
if i tried to count how many times
i would run out of fingers
we would all run out of fingers
so engrained it
doesn’t seem to warrant a mention
(i am so done with this oppression)
keys
shoes
hair
phone
and yet I am white
and straight
and privileged
(i fear for those who are not)
main
roads
are
safer
(a world without men would be safer)
what part of ‘my body is not yours’
got lost in translation
apparently my sex makes me your possession
did my body ever belong to me?
text
me
when
you
get
home
(i’m in mourning for a life i never lived)
i do not want to be the victim of your affection
don’t touch me there
don’t call me that
you say you like a girl that fights back?
i smell a rat
i am not a land to be conquered
or a point to score
not wanting to sleep with you does not make me a whore
i
no
longer
feel
safe
(but i don’t think i ever did)
not all men
but enough men
not all men
but you are all one of them
just like i am her and she is me
you are him and he is you
(i don’t like what the outside world has become)
how long will it take for you to learn your lesson?
(i am so done with this oppression)
Words by Julia Brookes
Artwork by Pippa Tuffin (@p.tuffin_art)