Vicious.
With claws and teeth.
Crude words spill from their mouthes,
And razor sharp talons swing about wildly,
Soon finding my arm.
Teeth clamp down on the opposite appendage.
These beast of beauty and cruelty are like no other in the world.
They shriek, bite, pull, scratch,
Tearing away at my body as I try to fight.
Their tiny bodies seem unable to have this much strength,
And their over-groomed heads shouldn't have this much capacity for this much rage.
Priss and prim.
Elegant and proper.
Shrewd and annoying.
God, help us.
This beast is woman.
A/N: By the way I just think anyone who reads should know that I am, in fact, a girl. I swear it. I'm just not like the rest of my gender.
A contest entry
- The X Chromosome (700 POINTS) by Shahrazad.
700 points, ended December 6, 2007, 25 entries
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Comments
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I’m a little wary of ‘different’ eighteen year olds but I can’t argue with your poem. It is good and tells truths that not all women will admit.
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I really liked how you took such a strong stance on this- you had some really good points here that made be chuckle because I know people who fit these descriptions perfectly. I loved the line about the over groomed heads. Great job- thanks for the read!
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