Sitting in the pub smiling,talking, living.
Aware of the next table, of being glared at,
by those that say they know you, never having met;
but you know someone told them this and crap.
What are they saying; they cant say that!
Don’t you go and correct them, sit down,
don’t go giving them my pain; laying it bare like a carcass bleeding,
let them think what they think,
let them imagine my stink, my crime,
my dishonour, my mystique.
For I’m just The Cunt with a cunt
with poor excuses,
not the decent hard working guy.
Expose the truth, leave it out in the air,
unpolished,
baked bare in the bright moonlight,forever seen unseen; they will still call it lie.
Why? Because I’m just a Cunt with a cunt, not a hard working guy
that’s why.
Today I bent and kissed my Granddaughter
goodbye at the gates of learning
and I whispered, be a good girl; as the sound was leaving my lips
I wanted to grab them and shove them back down my throat, swallowing hard
so that I’ll never say them again.
Digesting all the injustice,
the pain the anger,
the shock the disapointment
the shame, the disgust the hate,
the distrust the paranoia the fear, the anger, the lies, the saddness
the anger the fear the confusion. The confusion.
Better to be a Cunt with a cunt
than the eternal Good Girl, bending so hard
that the spine permenantly cracks
and the pages, sliding fall out;
he wanted me to burn my pages.
Burn all those Daddys little girl t-shirts;
burn tradition,
destroy the Big day, say no to that guy.
Smile and be polite, its in their eyes even if they dont say it. Don’t explain; your
truth isn’t meant for their gossip,
even though they desire it.
be the Cunt with a cunt, they wont like it;
they dont understand it.
They want it;
ownership of your story, to tell it their way,
the guy’s way.
Superglue your tearducts and vasaline that smile.
Fix the spine.
Rearrange the pages, set the title, tell the story,
living, talking,being the Cunt with a cunt
with the angry eye, with the knowing look
smiling.
Smiling the Good Girl smile, they don’t believe it;
the good girl smile, but then you don’t either.
Your the Cunt with a cunt not the decent hardworking guy.
PonderingLif: My blog is a mixture of feminist thought on events in my life as well as comments on recent events. It also includes short stories. I’m not sure what specific category you would include me under if you chose to do so. @PonderingLif, also on facebook.
