Response Poem: Made for Him- Christine Ray

The video for Niia’s Made for You is one of the most disturbing, provocative and mesmerizing music videos I have ever seen. I could not look away even when I wanted to.  It inspired my response poem below.

TRIGGER WARNING: This is not an easy video for rape survivors, victims of childhood sexual abuse or domestic violence— but damn did it make me think and feel.


She hangs on a hook

Suspended animation

Not considered alive

Real

Until he walks into the room

He calls her Doll

Relishes her plastic perfection

The eyes that will never cry

He caresses her once

Before brutally meeting his needs

He can unleash his beast

Without restraint or care

She is shell with no voice

She cannot protest

Complain

She longs to shower when it is over

Wash off his stink

Her bile

The others surround them

Witnesses

Trapped in horrified silence

Throats without voice boxes

Limbs limp

Eyes that cannot turn away

They wait for the next man

To size them up

And decide which one of them

Is made for him

 

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© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

On Any Given Sidewalk-Aurora Phoenix

woman-face-on-broken-tiles

we walk in sync

identic hips and matching strides

gamely we pound

city streets

fitness and Fitbit driven

we tramp not here

for your errant eyes

sliming down

our hips and thighs.

in this city

that is ours

as much as yours

we stride here

on a mission

that has naught

to do with you.

 

we lose track

as we walk and talk

of uncouth observations

we cannot count

suggestive comments

unsought invitations

yes, workout pants

hug our curves

bodacious and deliberate

displayed not

for your lewd

connotations.

 

we have trained

each in our own

crucibles

for gauntlet streets

darling daughter

braved

aggressive Argentine catcalls

I weathered

prison hallway

jump-suited eye-fucking.

 

we are conditioned

to turn deaf ear

hood blind eyes

under the barrage

of pervasive

verbal and visual

assault.

 

ask any woman

girl or crone

to recount

the herstory

of harassment.

she will fade of breath

before the first chapter

is recorded,

discomfited that any

might assume a postscript

 

#metoo rendered

in sepia ink

superfluous

 

these are our streets

Bitch- Kristen Wood

I do not have to be polite

as you objectify me

or smile at your harassment

and call it flirting.

I will not be courteous

as you catcall.

It is not a compliment.

You see me in parts,

tits or ass or legs.

I feel no need to be civil

when you stand too close,

enjoying my discomfort,

relishing in this tiny bit of power.

You purposely provoke,

attempt to disturb,

sit in judgment

of whether or not

I would be good in bed.

You will never know.

You have earned my hostility

and my resting bitch face

is now awake.


Kristen Wood is a mother of five, a writer, a reader, a student, and an aspiring librarian. She has had her work published on Mothers Always Write and Scary Mommy and is an ongoing contributor to the online magazine, Still Standing. She is also a proud pop culture geek and a champion napper. She loves to make people laugh and make people think, and if she can do both at the same time, even better