The following was written some time ago, a reaction to the lack of response when Women deal with violence, stalking, and SA, and the predicament that creates.
I understand everyone’s psyches are often overloaded, so this is your warning that the following is not “Love and Light Poetry”.
It will be shared for the people who don’t have the luxury of turning the other cheek and could benefit from knowing they are not alone.
There is nothing graphic or detailing of any events in these works, but if you continue reading past this point, understand that you made the choice to do so.
It’s hilarious to me when they tell you to call the police when Someone is stalking you It’s hilarious to me when they tell you to call the police when Someone rapes you It’s hilarious when you’re in fear for your life and know good and well, unless you’re an expensive plot of commercial property belonging to private donors or the city they will never protect you But then, The state and their embodiments Have the audacity to make “Gun Laws” That say, If you do this, that, or the third a certain way, Even if you’ll DIE if you don’t, We’ll put you in a concrete box for the rest of your life If you do. FUCK YOU. Who are you to tell me I cannot protect myself? And you take our taxes, for what? Where’s the receipt, the representation? What services exactly do you provide? I could be bleeding out from multiple stab wounds, call 911 and an Uber, And get a PayPal endorsed lift to the ER sooner and I live in a “metropolitan area”, a city, where you fucking idiots allegedly have jurisdiction, for what reason? Absolutely nothing. You’re never there when actually needed, and you’re somehow always there when you’re the LAST thing anybody fucking needs, then you go ahead and legally kidnap without cause and throw us in a black hole where we gotta pay the toll troll just to buy back the freedom that you stole It’s hilarious to me, that we think that we’re free The ones who think we are just haven’t found the boundaries of what happens when you need to exercise your right to BE and are met with death, or concrete. FUCK YOU, honestly. A poem. For the idiots that think anything around here still works, for the idiots who dare to say shit about my ability to protect myself with means I deem necessary Shall Not Be Infringed is a statement from a life I have actually lived it is not a political stance, hot take or a fucking hashtag to me A Poem. Fuck you, honestly. A spontaneous poem, for the people that think when a woman is harassed, beaten, stalked or raped it must be her fault because she didn’t know her place, and if she really is innocent then she should just go to the police, and if the police don’t help her, well then, she must just be crazy What a fuss she makes, vocalizing the preference of the preservation of her own life, let us just go right the fuck on ahead and use our twisted idols to find a way to make our sociopathic fuckshit make sense – whether cultural, ideological or perverse twists in religion – sometimes it makes you wonder, what are they so scared of, when it comes to Women? And no you dumb fucks, I’m not here to represent “feminism” I am not an “ism” or a fuckin “ist” of any sort of shit, the closest I’d be would be an anarchist but just for the simple fact that it puts me in a box, I reject it I don’t have to align myself with a banking cartels PSYOP to know that I AM ALIVE and sure in the fuck not one of you is ordained to tread on me, I do not give a flying fuck how you were raised or what you think, this has nothing to do with politics or your tragic confusion with religion this is human, this is me. And if we were smart enough about fuckin anything, We would understand that this is actually, We.
If you are dealing with something above mentioned and feel alone, and do not have supportive people you can talk to, please look up your local rape and domestic violence crisis center and shelters. The law will typically not help you, but there are others who will.
They will provide free services, and most states have DV grants to get you out of bad situations if you are financially trapped. It’s hard to navigate the system and you will have to fight like hell for your life, but there is a way out of even the most seemingly impossible situations.
If you or someone you know is struggling with this and needs resources or anything like that, you can send me a private message here on Substack.
I also highly suggest connecting with Tactical Response. You can read and watch the vlog I did when I did my first round of Fighting Pistol training if you want to see a little bit of what it’s like (we weren’t allowed to film everything):
Infomative
I wore those shoes and can relate to it all. Peace, sister 💙