He slapped me across
The face once,
And then again, straight away.
Pulled me up by the scruff
Of me collar.
Squared up and got
Straight up in my face
Forehead to forehead.
‘You’re a dirty little slut’
He spat through his teeth
at me.
And then he kissed me
And I liked it.
And I wrote it down
Unashamed.
My self respect
Is not around my ankles,
I’ve kicked it off.
With me knickers.
How fucking dare you equate
The number of people I’ve rode
With the level dignity I demand?
And what is the acceptable number
I should confine myself to
To make you happy?
How is it right that I could fuck one person twenty times
But to fuck twenty people all at once would be a disgrace?
