Poem: "Time’s Up"
Say her name, it’s her year,
There is fire in her eyes. “Time’s up.”
It’s not just a catchphrase,
I’ve been hurt; it was on a day like this. “Me too,” I said.
“Hands off,” I said.
My voice builds her voice. “Time’s up.”
My smile is my own,
My body is my house,
Our body, our house, we take care of it.
No, I am not your love; this is not a love song.
I should be allowed to roar,
To walk in these streets, and you will not stop me,
Or breathe on me. “Time’s up.”
Mama, you thought you were raising a Prince,
He became a Wolf with his whistle.
Without a pack, he roams for us prey,
We are not prey or kill. “Time’s up.”
Sitting there with your legs apart, building your comfort from my discomfort,
For I will roar,
I will fight,
I will march.
Mama, you lied,
Not all men are good,
Some of them have teeth,
But we have the bite. “Time’s up.”