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I had a man

Today when I was walking

I had a man tell me as he passed

That I was a white bitch (he was white)

And to not look at him

Or he was going to ‘fuck me in my little butthole’

I wandered away

Who is to say

I think I am a white bitch

My butt is big

But I believe my butthole is little

This violence that we put on women

I don’t think it’s crazy

Someone I know said

‘Oh, that man was crazy’

I don’t think he was crazy

Maybe he could tell I had a look in my eye

That wasn’t crazy anymore

Maybe he could feel the wild cool blood in me

And it frightened him

And he lashed out in fear

Maybe he knew I was the same as him

But had been born with this kind face and eyes

Doughlike appurtenances

What about the day I left

What happened then

Still I’m glad he said that to me

Still I’m glad he was so cruel to me

What bitter eye knew I had a voice

To say what men have done to me

What unkind wind has blown thru my brain

To make me speak for the wretched

To speak wretchedly about the ugly

To make my own face ugly and simple

To contort this simple smile into a haunting song