Slutwalk

Slutwalk

A Poem by Joanna
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Take note that this has never happened to me, this was simply a shout out I once made to the Slutwalk movement.

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I got drunk at a party and a friend got me home
though it turned out soon he wasn't a friend at all
I didn't ask him inside but he pinned me to the floor
and told me to hush because I was just a cheap w***e

Actually I work at a cafe but I guess that's how he feels
evidently my mistake was putting on high heels
and wearing a nice dress with them and looking all fit
so he slapped me to the face and said I was begging for it.

He took off when he was finished but I couldn't move
he had left me with a feeling that I should improve
By that he meant that I should shield myself with clothes
so I put on a huge plastic sack entirely from head to toes

I marched to the police, still feeling scared and hurt
I was looking for comfort but instead I got burnt
The officer said that I looked quite good in my sack
and that if I took it off, the man would be back

Evidently my mistake was not wearing a sack
but wearing a skirt instead and looking good in that
The officer sighed and I think even laughed a little bit
He declined my report, said I was begging for it.

I didn't quite recover, and neither did my style
I thought they were all right so I stayed in that sack for a while
Above that time I remember; there was a dark cloud
But today I'll try to strut my high heels proud

© 2013 Joanna


Author's Note

Joanna
I'm not sure about the ending/last paragraph (again) but I'm not sure why. Cliche much?

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i don't think cliche.

you are walking proud at the end of this...the bad man brought you down...made you feel cheap...took advantage...just because you were dressed nicely...that didn't give him the right.

and this has some heavy truth in it...how those who are raped are often looked at as the bad ones...the ones asking for it...

no one has the right to do that to another person...no matter how that person dresses or acts...

it's still so wrong.

there is humor in this, but also there is such tragedy...the spirit put in a sack...the innocence thrown away...

really good mix...good piece here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A shame that our impulses as males make us such animals without reason. That we treat another person not as a human being but a object to satisfy or desires. Times like this I'm shamed and often cringe at being a part of this half of the sexes. Good poem though. Keep at the really hard hitting stuff.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I find it weird that high heels are both the problem and solution.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is a touching poem. We tell girls to look a certain way then we (some of us that is) excuse ourselves for treating them like things instead of people. Sad. What is powerful here is her reaction to this bad thing. She did not allow it to kill her and I feel she became stronger.

A very good poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Yep guys are jerks, John Wayne died,morality was buried with him, a stun gun might save you when they next try to step on you...

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on April 28, 2013
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Tags: slutwalk, slut, woman, rape

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Joanna
Joanna

Helsinki, Finland



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