“She’s got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.”
―Kate Chopin, The Awakening
Smash
by Carmen H Gray
Pretty goes south
You need that face
And that pouty mouth
To win the winsome
Fuck that noise
I don’t care
If you stare
I don’t care
If you think I’m rude
Call me a witch
Call me lewd
Summon up that bitch
That whore
That hussy
That crusty old woman
You wouldn’t cum in
That delicate flower
Contains so much power
And blood and life
The maid, the wife
Has come undone
Like a stray note
From a faraway song
A lie written and rote
Doesn’t right a wrong
Smash it to pieces
With each tiny fragment
The music releases
Sing it proud
That faraway song
From centuries gone
Let it move through you
Beyond expansive space
They cannot erase
All that we are
All that we’ve been
All that we’ve given
Our powerful rhythm
Monarca Rising 