poetry

Other Girls

By Amy Thomson

“Not a normal girl”

-A girl who’s heart is full of

disdain for herself.

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poetry

Persist

By Amy Thomson

Can I get a revolution with a side of fries, please?
Can I get a transformation, hold the fucking lies, please?
Can I get a reformation, choke it down with my rage?
Can I get some dedication so we make the same wage?
We’re radical, original, principal, and pivotal.
Constitution, restitution, institution, execution.
Politicians in my pussy, white men talking ovaries.
Baby saviors run the clinics, armed with beaded rosaries.
Are we stupid for demanding bodily autonomy
when our tits and asses run this Free Market Economy?
“Sit down, baby baby, you’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“Calm down, baby baby, ditch this women power fad.”
“Smile for me, baby baby, strut that ass down the street.”
“Shake it for me, baby baby, you’re my fucking piece of meat.”
Exist, resist, assist, persist.
Exist, resist, assist, persist.

 

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.

poetry

This is Easier

By Amy Thomson

Wake up and pour a
black cup of coffee
zero calories.
Pour yourself into
the hourglass mold
of a flat tummy
and chiseled cheekbones
accompanied by
some nice thick thighs and ass.
Pour the rest into
overflowing breasts.
Learn to move through space
in the third person.
Be weary of how
your thighs spread on the bus seat
and suck in your gut.
Paste on your smile
when men demand it.
Don’t forget that you
exist for their eyes.
Be flattered at the
voice yelling, “Nice tits!”
from the passing car.
It’s a compliment.
How dare you try to
read a book in a
coffee shop, bus stop, or park.
You are in a public space,
and he approached you
nicely.
Of course you owe him
your time, attention,
eventually
your pussy.
Ignore the old man
licking his cracked lips
while checking you out.
Your skirt is too short
and your top too low,
so this is your fault.
Let your date that night
start kissing you
despite your polite
protests.
He bought you dinner.
Fuck him so he won’t
get mad.
This is easier
than you demanding
respect.
This is easier
than you living
in fear.
This is easier
than you risking
danger.
This. Is. Easier.