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a poem by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
You're Not Qualified
to call me 'bitch' --
it's an earned privilege;
you have to get to know me first
you have to date me
fuck me
marry me
converse with me
or at least bump into me in public,
but don't judge me by my poems
I admit that I have a lot of sarcasm
and rage burning within me
that probably irritates a lot of people
but it's not intentional;
I don't do it for kicks
I just have shit to say
and, if you happen to take it the wrong way,
don't worry
the poem's not about you
I'm just a bitter, twisted bitch
with a lot to get off my chest
so, unless you plan on fucking me,
get off my back
it's an earned privilege;
you have to get to know me first
fuck me
marry me
converse with me
or at least bump into me in public,
but don't judge me by my poems
and rage burning within me
that probably irritates a lot of people
but it's not intentional;
I don't do it for kicks
I just have shit to say
and, if you happen to take it the wrong way,
don't worry
the poem's not about you
with a lot to get off my chest
so, unless you plan on fucking me,
get off my back
© by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #18 ~ November 2011