Kelly June Hutcheson
WHEN WE SPEAK OUT

In Print,
the young women
are crucified.

Be it
an image.
Or turning their words
against.
We have no voice.
Except for the struggle.
Except for the lip smacking pucker
the glossy toss
mascara
short skirts
heels
and frilly things.

THAT'S NOT MY VOICE

When we speak out.
Loud.
Unabashed.
When we speak out
we are called named
derogatory
minimal
pms
ridiculed by reviewers
told to be quiet
passive
rush limbaugh

no wonder i don't feel well

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