Fuckity hi! This poem is about my lovely mother. I wish I could’ve waited until to May to post it but I didn’t do anything all of April! And April is almost over so we’re more than close enough. This poem is dark and very self explanatory, not a super recent write but the feelings in it are still accurate. I hope you enjoy it!
I went to see this movie with a good friend of mine, Tom, a while back. He recently turned 18 and we got really very plastered to commemorate the occasion. So plastered in fact that funny and sad events occurred later in the night, surmounting to quite a weird morning. I would rather not elaborate more than that, so without further ado…. Continue reading “American Sniper (2015)”
Fuckity hi! Not a poem, I feel like Jim Carrey playing a serious role! I suppose this is a review on people’s ignorance( A certain literature class I wouldn’t suggest to anyone ever…) With respect to sexual abuse and victim blame. More a rant, but they’re the same thing right? Totally! So let’s begin!
”No mum, he isn’t my boyfriend. I promise, let it go.”
Sometimes people say things that in the moment seem small and innocent, a subtle comment, a remark or perhaps a simple question. It seems innocent, curious and you answer the question like you would answer any other. And then all of a sudden it is two at night and you are lying in the darkness with compressed silence echoing in your ears. Nothing is left to distract you, to block all of these thoughts you have been suppressing. You are left all alone with your own mind and that is when it hits you. As if from nowhere, you feel a fist hit your stomach and steal your breath away as you convulsively embrace yourself. When you turn the light on you find a dark and painful bruise cover your body. One sleepless night later you are sitting on the bus on your way to another weekday with your head in the cloud as another fist comes flying and the bruise on your belly only grows. After that they come again and again. During class, in a meeting, at the store, during lunch, dinner, breakfast, day, evening and night. Finally the dark mark on your stomach, layered with fist after fist, turns into a black hole. It eats up all of your time, all your energy and all your will.