The Name They Call Her

I am taking my first Creative Writing class of my life this semester.  On Wednesday I will be one of four students presenting my writing in Large Group Workshop, which I am feeling a little vulnerable about.  I will be the first poet to present in Large Group Workshop and I am also taking a risk with the content.  I have been working on a series of pieces that explore sexual trauma, rape culture, PTSD and trauma therapy.  Although not graphic, these pieces are raw, personal and intense and could be triggering to those who have a history of depression, PTSD or sexual abuse.


Always said with venom

Always intended to punish

“How dare you?!” it asked her

Insinuating that she was uppity

Presumptuous, a ball breaker

To draw a circle around her body

And declare loudly “Mine!”

 

Was she 12 the first time

That she had been called “BITCH”?

Or was it 16?

When she tired of the boys and men

Acting like her body was theirs

To look at

Comment on

Hold down

Insult

Touch

Control

 

Tired of the adult women

Telling her to be

Nice

Quiet

Polite

Complacent

A good sport

She was NOT a good sport

 

The rage became a

Knife, sharp and deadly

That she learned to yield

Much too often

On her own flesh

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