What Little Girls Are Made Of

She had always been puzzled

By the idea that little girls

Were made of sugar

And spice

And everything nice

The Truth About Words

The dilemma of finally finding her voice

Was that it was not enough

Simply to speak

 

This voice

Which had lain dormant

Inside of her for so long

Enough.

and i’ve had just about enough

of men turning their faces in the street
leers and grins stamped onto their
carnivorous faces

of crowded buses where they jab themselves
at my body like rusting knives; hurt before
still hurts