poetry

Office Haiku

By Amy Thomson

Fluorescent prison

hums electric melodies,

powered by our souls.

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poetry

Asking For It

By Amy Thomson

Short, tall, skinny, skinny.
Smart, dumb, pretty, pretty.
I’m just a bored girl
begging for attention.
I’m just a mean bitch,
pushing his detention.
I’m just a dumb slut,
asking for oppression.
I’m just a loud cunt,
screaming for progression.
Dark street,
short skirt.
Asking for it,
asking for it.
Red cup,
drunk night.
Asking for it,
asking for it.
T-shirt,
miniskirt.
Either way I’m getting hurt.
Red lip,
wide hip,
I can hear his pants unzip.
Bare face,
court case,
Stupid not to carry mace.
Stay safe,
stay inside.
Rebel grrrls will be denied:
Sympathy, security,
sanity, stability,
consideration, contemplation, cerebration, cogitation.
The presence of my pussy means I’m
asking for it
asking for it.