Collective Unrest

 

for the girls

November 21, 2018

TW for sexual assault and rape

 

this poem is for the girls
who get called
“too political”
for being feminists.

this poem is for the girls
whose “no’s” wilt fast,
who memorize dark satin
pillowcase against cheek
and the marks on bedroom ceilings.

this poem is for the girls
who slept with every man
that called them beautiful.

this poem is for the girls
who grew up clumsily and
tried to fit the youth they
missed out on into
being nineteen.

this poem is for the girls
whose lovers curse their rapists
then rape them in the same breath,
exhale against their throats
and brand them with their teeth.

this poem is for the feral girls
who’ve been housebroken.

this poem is for the
mangled scream you’ve buried.

 

Rebecca Kokitus is a poet residing in the Philadelphia area. She is a student at West Chester University of Pennsylvania, where she studies English with a concentration in Writing. Her work has been published and is forthcoming in over a dozen literary journals. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram at @rxbxcca_anna, and you can read more of her writing on her website: https://rebeccakokitus.wixsite.com/rebeccakokitus. 

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