Michelle Marie’s Story: “Bitches”

“bitches”

dude on the street says i am a fucking bitch

you a fucking bitch!
you ain’t too good for me
keep on walk’n bitch!

so i keep on walking
and walking
because it was daylight
and my dog was beside me
and i had faith, even if small,
in witness testimony
if dude decided to kill this bitch

because we all know what happens
when bitches refuse

bitches,
we wake up in this city
with a fight right outside our door

bitches,
we get dressed
knowing the eye-fuck disrobes the thickest layers
and the world
of all its pretense to justice

bitches,
we brush our teeth and ready our faces
not for the catcall or the hand on the arse
or worse
but for ourselves

bitches,
when we leave the house
we know the real issue isn’t us
but the men who feel entitled to our time, our bodies, our lives
and threaten to make our world contract
like a blast rewound

but a blast rewound is a blast in motion

bitches,
lets break the rotation of this storm

when the streets hold you hostage
turn around and bounce a bomb into
the eye of that storm
explode this cyclone

when the red fire of his words
hits the hillside of your flesh
fling that grenade
take in all the oxygen and
starve that fucker of hate

bitches,
we are not on the supply side
of male demand

we are soldiers in lipstick
with our own game to kill
in this average city
where breathable sidewalks
become battlegrounds
and we
its bitches
[got_back]