dear kelly.

dear kelly.

A Poem by Haden
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This is really more of a spoken word piece meant to be read out loud and angry but you'll get the point.

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Dear Kelly.

To Whom It May Concern,
Your name is Kelly.
You are …
un-concerned.
I’m afraid I must respectfully decline.
To attend your event
Women
in
Power.
Your event has been …
mis-titled.
Your event should be called
Women
in
Power
Constructs
Show me a little more of your leg
show me a little more of your hem
The underneath
I think I’d like to see
Your thigh.
Your breast.
We’ll call it
Your education.
Your diploma.
Show me your
Diploma
Up against the wall
I’m f*****g you with my hand shoved up your c**t
We’ll call it
Production
When you cum
I’ll call it
Advancement.
When you cry
I’ll call it

Shut up.
Striving
Trying
Understanding the struggle
Understanding everything
Tell me again
how empowered we are
As I pick up a friend to car pool
A single mom
Trying hard
With an engineering degree
In exactly this.
But she’s surrounded
by c***s
C***s who are fat
C***s who are short
C***s who are pre-maturely
bald
Pre-maturely
soft.
A single mom with an education
who is trying
who is intelligent
who is beholden
to have conversations with the boys in the field
the annoying
the distracting
the insecure.
How tiring to be
beholden to stroke the ego of the c**k
While just holding on
while just paying rent
missing rent
without a car.
Nourishing a daughter
telling her that opportunities exist
telling her this
while you’re bent over a table
your diploma is covered with your blood
with their spit.
you wipe it off
and show it proudly to your daughter
as your fat, balding, know-nothing insecure
c**k of a boss
is riding you hard
and tossing you out the door
fired.
You understand.
you’re too pretty
you’re too smart
you’re too dedicated
but your priorities are wrong
how dare you stress about rent
why don’t you get yourself a wife
to raise your kid
while you’re daisy-chaining your way to the top
This is the boy’s club.
and this is your diploma
and this is your title
and this is your self-respect
fingers steepled
you open the door
and see all the people
People
Empowerment.
Bull-
S**t.

© 2015 Haden


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Real has this way of cutting through the crap... Eating is one hell of a habit to have to break - so is getting older. And not a solution in sight...

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