poetry

Wallflower in the resistance

I was a wallflower in the resistance

ever present in the background

but I didn’t belong,

Some said I was in the right

Others that I was the right side

I watched naked

from the bathroom window

As men shot men in the head

Mildly arousing I confess

I let my fingers slide

into my own abyss

This irony tastes like a bad whiskey

that I snuck in the bathroom

A species that hurts it’s own

is a watchdog for all else

I was but a wallflower in the resistance

Parading with the revolutionaries

Most of them hypocrites

Some plain crazy enough

My mama told me

I belong to the one that’ll hold me

In matrimony

But my body, I sold me

To the vagabonds

To the reckless

To the Government

To the gestapo

All men, all the same

I was a wallflower in the resistance

With the suffragettes

Reason your dresses

don’t have pockets

But they didn’t see me

My first lover said

Darling if you only dress up

You’d have the town turn heads

And I shaved my head

Painted my lips in three coats of

Crimson,

You look like a hooker, he said

I wept as I stabbed him

From my memory,

Existence

Till he walked beside me as

A living ghost

I was a wallflower in the resistance

Fending on the streets for my life

As the others were dragged away

Mildly arousing I admit

But a girl has to live

So you know

There was a resistance

And more than that there were women

Who were nobody’s girls

The revolutionary said –

Your body is a weapon

I know – I said

As I suffocated him to death

Against my breast

I was a wallflower in the resistance.

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