Hundred Proof Poem by Lyndsey Grant

Flowing past
the nights last laughs
I ponder over my drunken
Stupor
of lost loving feelings that creep over me
like a dark safety net
and make me want to say
I don't need that
I'm better off without
his eyes that penetrate my thick skin
and transform all senses
into a glob like goo
that ooze down my inner thigh
and settle onto my sleeve
where I kept my heart
kept it far enough
for you to see
its smell resonating your nostrils
but never close enough
for you to touch
and claim your mark on my domain
Because
God forbid I should need anybody
but me
God help me
if I look for salvations hand
on my own two feet is where I
stubbornly stand
Especially the help of a man
because we all knows
or at least that's what mama told us so
that the only one we can depend on
is ourselves
But what if I choose to disagree?
my fight for feminine equality
will not be disheveled
and put on the back burner
because I am a human being
before my sex comes into to play
and who cares if I want to look to you
in the hour of despair
and know you are there
my man
my rock
my friend above all