Pansy

Pansy

by Andrea Gibson

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781938912986
Publisher: Write Bloody Publishing
Publication date: 03/15/2015
Pages: 120
Sales rank: 248,394
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.40(d)

About the Author

Andrea Gibson is not gentle with their truths. It is this raw fearlessness that has led them to the forefront of the spoken word movement— the first winner of the Women's World Poetry Slam —Gibson has headlined prestigious performance venues coast to coast with powerful readings on war, class, gender, bullying, white privilege, sexuality, love, and spirituality.


Their work has been featured on the BBC, Air America, C-SPAN, Free Speech TV and in 2010 was read by a state representative in lieu of morning prayer at the Utah State Legislature.

Read an Excerpt

To the Men Cat-Calling my Girlfriend


While I'm Walking Beside Her





One of the biggest perks to looking the way I do is


that I virtually never have to listen to someone like you


suck your own dick, out loud, while telling yourself


I am what you're swallowing.





How do you not know when


you open your mouth like that


women imagine





you would use your mugshot


as your Ok Cupid photo? Fail.


Fail is what you do





every time you think you can


ace manhood without ever


showing up to class. I mean class


as in decency, as in common courtesy,


as in the opposite of





Let me get a look at that ass, Baby Doll!


Congratulations on being another dude


who bought his catcalls from Toys R Us.


You unoriginal hand-me-down of mediocrity.


You mosquito


biting your own balls in a swamp


of your mother's regret. Yes, I know


it's low to call even assholes names.


But any feminist who has ever taken


the high road will tell you





the highroad gets backed up, and sometimes


we need to take a detour straight through


the belly of uncensored rage.


Sometimes we get tired





of seeing people's humanity, when they


are outright refusing to show us


their humanity. And so far


all you've shown me is that





your voice box is a Rubix Cube


you couldn't get right, even if


you peeled the fucking stickers off.


I don't think you could get all sides


clear on why





you do not own the air. Or why


not everyone takes a bullet


as a compliment. And yes,


even Hey baby can spiral


like a bullet if it is aimed





at someone who is not, in fact, your baby.


If women have to play dead to walk by


your doorstep, you might want to





do some work on why a casket


turns you on. On why her flinch


and startle makes you think


you are in charge more than it makes


you realize you own power outage.


This city is dark with men blowing themselves





out. Men burying their own spines


in the weight of what they think





is theirs


to take


to own


to muzzle


to drag


into the ditch. This city





is dark with men hiding their own


hearts like bloody gloves...

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