well, do you?
Published in
May 10, 2019
do you know how it feels to carry the world and be told you’re weak?
do you know how it feels to kill yourself for beauty and be told you’re untouchable?
do you know how it feels to be called a cunt
a Cunt
A CUNT
until the letters lose all meaning
and the sound buries itself like razor blades in your wrist?
do you know how it feels to be dubbed crazy by a madman?
do you know how it feels to be told joy dies in your presence?
do you know how it feels to walk in front of the same train
again and again and again?
to soothe and rescue and string together and paint over
and still be the wrecking ball?
to fly into a million pieces and hold them all together in one choking breath?
no, you don’t. but women do.
