I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom
has taken up
running or biking

whatever it is
that requires
two-piece spandex
body suits

and frequenting
my coffee shop

since I moved.

when I feel
his eyes on me
staring
as I sit at
my table,

or staring
as I enter
from a walk;

I would rather
take an
orangepeeler
to my skin,

leatherworking
an abaya from
my own flesh

then be
seen.

Role Playing Game

if I was
a character
in an RPG

my race
would,
regretably,
be human.

my class
would be
druid.

As one of
the earth,

my power
Would be
dependent
upon

moon and
sun cycles.

I would
channel
energy
via proper
execution

of mythical
centering
techniques
[in hopes
to ground]

As this
shapeshifter,

my forms
Would 
depend upon

chemical
substances
I consume.

you would not
want to meet
other forms
of me

on a
bad day.

as any novice,
responsible
for containing
such force,
[vessel
of chaos]

I could not
control it
all the time.

I would attempt
to ride it out

without causing
excess destruction.

i could make
no promises.

little girl

“little girls,
don’t let
anyone
ruin
your flowers,”

the woman in
black hood
croaked

during
a lecture
on,

“THE IMPORTANCE
OF REMAINING ‘PURE'”

ruler in hand

SMACK
:smack:
SMACK

palm up;
ripe from
the hitting.

little girl
looks outside
the school-house
window.

the grass
there

placed down;

forced
to be.

TOLD
to grow,

MADE
to grow,

in these
unnatural
conditions.

a single flower
sprung up,

at its
rigid
corner edge.

its petals
stretch their
arms out

to embrace
the suns
hot kisses.

its petals

delicately
laid upon
its base,

none-the-wiser
that
some
call it

a weed.

its stem,
totem of life,

holding up
radiant form.

fiber
upon fiber

sucking-up
mother’s
liquid affections

from buried
heart strings.

oh, how it
has bloomed,

unaware
that it
is
SLAM

:the woman
in black hood
closes
the blinds:

little girl
is scolded

for appreciating
natural beauty.

intrusive

impure

the nun
finishing
her lecture,
continued,

–“AS
I was
saying…
masturbation
is a sin.”

#discoverWP