SlutwalkA Poem by JoannaTake note that this has never happened to me, this was simply a shout out I once made to the Slutwalk movement.I got drunk at a party and a friend got me home though it turned out soon he wasn't a friend at all I didn't ask him inside but he pinned me to the floor and told me to hush because I was just a cheap w***e Actually I work at a cafe but I guess that's how he feels evidently my mistake was putting on high heels and wearing a nice dress with them and looking all fit so he slapped me to the face and said I was begging for it. He took off when he was finished but I couldn't move he had left me with a feeling that I should improve By that he meant that I should shield myself with clothes so I put on a huge plastic sack entirely from head to toes I marched to the police, still feeling scared and hurt I was looking for comfort but instead I got burnt The officer said that I looked quite good in my sack and that if I took it off, the man would be back Evidently my mistake was not wearing a sack but wearing a skirt instead and looking good in that The officer sighed and I think even laughed a little bit He declined my report, said I was begging for it. I didn't quite recover, and neither did my style I thought they were all right so I stayed in that sack for a while Above that time I remember; there was a dark cloud But today I'll try to strut my high heels proud
© 2013 JoannaAuthor's Note
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