ragged laughter ripped
from lubricated throats, men
form late-night dog-packs
.
haiku
ragged laughter ripped
from lubricated throats, men
form late-night dog-packs
.
haiku
i nest inside me
breast softest place ye may not
touch nor breach, ye beast!
.
haiku
i ain’t your bird no
more you can’t cage me you can’t
cut me wings , you c••t
.
haiku
a vaccine for us
and for the planet is
blessèd~
tru~feminism~
.
haiku
heart too curvy smile
too loud soul too wild mind too
who’s she think she is !?!
.
haiku
.
A: herself
.
each time he smashed her
thinking she’d get softer
she got rock-harder
.
haiku
i mazed my way to
the exit , the excuse, harsh
unexpected hush
.
haiku
this monotony
of male voices must cease. let
females harmonise
.
haïku
i have a right to
pour my poor breasts into Bra
stand up for this, girls!
.
( no suffering required )
.
i réserve thé right
of removal of said Bra
with relief at night
.
( hurl it to the floor !)
.
bra is my friend and
foe, my own bosom’s buddy
i’d never burn it
.
(what true feminist would?)
.
haïkuplet
witches are hard
core
soft
flesh
itchy with magics
inner
eye
on
full
.
haïku
.
p.s
all women are magic
all women are witches
so
let them be
blessèd be
man!