Yesterday I was unfortunate enough to spend my evening with a group of ghastly women; unsavoury remarks were flowing as quickly as the cocktails and resulted in a collection of words written at approximately 2am this morning. Herewith the unedited ramblings of a tipsy Josephine.. Slut. Ugly. Whore. Sexy.
Too fat. Too thin. Too small. Too tall. The things men say men say Men The things a man says to a woman Degrading, defiling nobleness hidden within the crevices of his trouser pocket where he keeps his wallet and keys and the last ounce of his philogyny And we smirk and jut out our chin pretending that the words haven't burnt upon our skin Trails of despair show where you've been as we look at ourselves Look At Ourselves Gosh, I hate myself We all hate ourselves because words apparently do hurt more than sticks and stones And we blame the men All men Those men that taunt and tease and make us bleed But we forget, you see that we must show them the right way to be and until women can be nice to women until women can care about women until women stop calling each other vile names playing vile games reclaim some sort of sisterhood where for once we fucking could help one another stand up tall embracing all without judgement for being seductive without hatred for being pretty without scorn for being witty and smarts were applauded and cheered and the stay at home mothers revered Imagine Imagine if flowers didn't compete with other flowers and continued to bloom regardless. Perhaps if women treated women nicely men would follow suit.
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