double dare Thursday - here's mine

[hillwalker]

an oldie given a slight tweaking... (that's the poem, not me):

IT WAS ME

It was me who got my highlights done
my eyebrows waxed
my pierced tongue
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who wore that skimpy top
that showed my belly button bar
that little glint
the top half of my new tattoo
the Chinese word for ‘Birds of Fire’
a phoenix rising from the flame
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who used that tanning spray to look my best
who took the time to buff my legs
and tidy my bikini line
and for my nails picked darkest green
and sprayed that scent
‘Miami Glow’
and wore that J-Lo bracelet just for show
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who put my make-up on
who blushed the dust
and all the glitter
gloss to make my lips like sugar
soft and red
and slightly moist
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who wore a strapless bra
that shift so sheer
with everything on show
that gold belt almost wider than my micro-skirt
and heels that give it all some lift
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who let you buy the drinks
the one you spiked
who tapped you for a cigarette
then had that dance
that push and pull
and introduced you to my mates
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who drank a bit too much
who couldn’t even stand up straight
who let you share the taxi back to mine
and asked you in for just one drink
the nod the wink,
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who put my iPod on
crashed out beside you on the couch
who kicked my heels off
one by one
and giggled as you stroked my ears
and grabbed my hair
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who let you strip me down
and lay me out
and climb on top
and watched you fumble with your zip
and laughed a bit
and gagged for breath
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who smelt your boozy breath
and flinched
your fingers crude and cold
and tried to struggle
even cry
then sensed the wetness down below was my arousal
my betrayal
not your fault
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who helped you spread my legs
and dug my flesh into your nails
and tried to scream the words to make you stop
and clamped up tight
and bucked and rolled
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who sobbed when it was done
and tried to cover up my shame
and nodded when you said you’d phone
and heard you slam the outside door
and knew I’d never hear from you again
and guys all know what that’s about

It was me who sent those signals out
just look at me…..
just talk to me…..
just ravish me or rape me…..
'cause my body language made each word sound just the same
so I’m to blame
and guys all know what that’s about

H

[Sameer Telkar]

Honestly as I kept reading,my heart started saying louder and louder,this is not the right man to rely upon and after I had finished reading,the conclusion silenced my heart.
Great,looking forward to read more of yours.

[hillwalker]

Thanks for reading it.

H

[Hawkman]

I remember this one; the uninitiated thought you might be a her instead of a him because of your habbit of writing from the female perspective. :D Still a good read.

Live and be well - H

[Jeos]

Well... one thing's sure: what you wrote it's a marvellous example of modern poetry.
The way you manage repetition and rythm is quasi perfect.
Something in the style reminds me Maya Angelou.

[Delta40]

...and judges all know what that's about too. Great read Hill.

[hillwalker]

Thanks again Delta and Hawk -

and Jeos, not my best poem I fear but perhaps the one that made the greatest impact when I wrote it (and first posted it).

H

[zoolane]

Great poem and I like why last line of stanza was same through and plus first few words.

Has great effect on last stanza.

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

I hope the idea that the woman was "asking" to be raped was ironic. I'll choose to read it that way.

[hillwalker]

I hope the idea that the woman was "asking" to be raped was ironic. I'll choose to read it that way.

Of course it was :brickwall

The entire point of the poem was that certain men choose to misread an invitation to chat and have a drink as a green light for something more... and that the judiciary often blames young women who are attacked for dressing and behaving provocatively. As if it's their fault rather than the guy's.

H

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

Okay, good. I figured. Unfortunately *a lot* of men do feel that way.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks for joining in Hill.
This was a brave write, so easily open to misinterpratation. You covered so much of the fine details of piercings and false tan and tattoos and the fine details of the tale, that in the wrong hands this may have dragged, leading to speed reading to get to the crunch. But this wasnt in the wrong hands and it was thoroughly engrossing and thought provoking.

[jajdude]

Hill, good to see ya.

[hillwalker]

Thank you.

[Haunted]

Almost lost my breath reading this. I sensed a deeper psychological play here, low self esteem perhaps, dressing the part to be someone else?

What date rape — she made me do it!!! Can't be said any more brilliantly than what you did here:

It was me who helped you spread my legs
and dug my flesh into your nails

Yeah right. Perfect use of irony. A great read.

[hillwalker]

Thanks Haunted - glad you spotted that particular line.

H

[_Shannon_]

As someone who began her sex life at age 13 being raped by 2 guys at a party...I very much approve of this poem. As a poet, I also approve :)

[hillwalker]

I can't ask for a better endorsement than that. Thanks Shannon,

H