#METOO

Poison me to find your antidote,
Poison me to find the parts of yourself
That you broke inside of me
When you taught me to heal by hurting.
Silk words slung by an executioner,
A throat roped with pearls,
Glistening like wet pimple,
Sharper than the blade that cut it,
Sharper than the men who slit my lips.
Into a Barbie doll’s smile.
Sink your fingers into my spine,
Let the soil grow flowers around your wrists,
Take a spoonful of sugar,
Take a thread and wrap it
Around my throat
Tie a bow and send me to dance
The same dance my mother learned
From the uncles
Who paid visits at night when their wives
Slept downstairs in the kitchen,
The same kitchen
That drums between our thighs,
The same stove
That hums between our sighs,
How do you uncook meat,
How do you put seasoning back inside the bottle,
This is a lesson, this is the lesson
We did not ask to learn.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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