Reclaim the word Slut! – Poetry

Illustration by Clarice Ridley

The History of Slut

Suggestive rags dripped in

lard.

Slight Contempt.

Untidy habits or appearance.

The most admirable Slut

Slovenly; a foul slattern.

Low or Loose character.

Chaucer understanding “why is thy lord so sluttish?”

The most admirable slut.

Sir Robert Burton is a “peevish drunken flirt”

Lisbeth Salander pleasing us mightily

Unexplicably a woman with the morals of a man

The most admirable slut.

– – – – –

For God’s sake lean in!

It really isn’t such a sin

I close my eyes and count to ten

Nothing.

Excuse me your knee touched mine

Is that not the signal to start fuck eyes?

Spatial tension is happening

Nothing.

Initation is key.

Why is it suddenly always me?

I’ve let down my hair, you seem to care

But still nothing.

Rupunzel was provoked and persuaded

Cinderella was surprised then deflated

Now I want to make a move

Stop being so rude

Am I a slut now?

Do you find me foul?

But you do this every Friday night, no?

So why am I suddenly such a foe?

– – – –

HURT ME, please

You said you didn’t want to hurt me

When did I imply that you were going to hurt me?

I didn’t say, “stop your gonna hurt me”

Or “don’t do that you’ll hurt me”

So when did you decide you could hurt me?

Should it no be my decision if you hurt me

I can decide to let you hurt me

If I want you to hurt me

Then hurt me

Please hurt me

But if I haven’t decided you can hurt me

You can’t hurt me

Ironically in the process of you not wanting to hurt me

You hurt me.

So if you had gone full force with the risk that you could hurt me

You probably wouldn’t have hurt me

But you hurt me

Don’t say you don’t want to hurt me

Your not going to hurt me

It’s my choice.

By Kaia Goodenough

All poems featured in ‘Reclaim the word Slut!’