This poem has gone up to version 2. This poem is about men that can't take a hint. I wrote it at 19 when I was living in London and constantly being sexually harassed on the streets, in the train station, at bus stops, in the chicken shop, etc. Wherever I was there always seemed to be one person feeling entitled to my time because we happened to be in the same place. they were emboldened by patriarchy of course and I hated it. When I moved to Belfast I stopped experiencing this low level harassment and since I've moved to ROI I've experienced it a lot less. I don't relate much to this poem anymore but I hope you do.
The audio version is incredible would recommend 10/10.
I want us to share our stories and realities. I want to know more about marginalised people so if any of my work is alienating or discriminatory please let me know and the poem will be taken up a version with an explanation so we can all learn together. Love from Love, Builder of Worlds x
