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But wasn’t she asking for it?
Ah, the line in the sand.

She looked too good to you.
Too glamourous perhaps.
Too feminine, too ‘sexy’.

And beyond reach.

So wasn’t she asking for it?
Ah, the line in the sand.

She couldn’t be mistaken
for one of you. Boy or man,
with or without a beard.

Too ‘woman’, beyond reach.

Of course she was asking for it.
Ah the line in the sand.

She offered intelligence,
generosity, hard work.
She invited engagement,
cooperation. Respect.

She was asking for this,
in return, to be heard and
understood. A tacit request,
reiterated, denied.

Corrupted by your will
to possess and control.
Your latent desire,
posing as harmless

entitlement. You’re really
sexy when you are angry.

No, she wasn’t asking
for that. To be fingered

as if she were party food.
On offer. For consumption.

val walsh /  06 2013

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