Dangerous Woman
I’ve got no qualms
on being a woman
no problem with my
swinging hips, paint my lips
a Nefertiti type of chick
a fret-none, foul-mouthed
drink some beer kind of bitch
laugh with the girls
smoldering cigarillo
hangs on hard lips
I’m a quick-wit pessimist
born with a bad disposition
bonding bartenders and
waitress sisterhood
up to no good
that dangerous table
back of the bar shadows
black widows chewing
up men throwing
back beers
half-cocked
cocked rifle
my poem
a revolution
on the horizon
tipsy chatter
shackle-free
of mean daddies
fast-fisted husbands
seventy-cents on the dollar
double standards and
sorry ass sexual innuendoes
scratching where I please
another round of brew, please
remove your hands
from my ass,
please
a tease
stomping through life
squeezed into lean jeans
I’m a contradiction
wearing a barely-there-bra,
bulldozing bullshit,
those that aim
to hurt me
those that aren’t
not knowing
any difference
a hangover of regrets
and smudged mascara
what to do with
this anger
like a man?
this tongue
like a proprietor
of porn?
where do I fit
between dainty decent
and vulgar truth?
saintly and slutty?
maternal and murderous?
Butt ?
of a cigarette
a beautiful thing
sexy beer bottle
and smoking Marlboro Lights
down to the last stick
last match
last call
I’ve got no qualms
with alcohol
smooth and fluid
ten-feet-tall
heavy-handed eye
shadow hooded lids
sling my arrows aim
to miss
swinging hips
painted lips
dangerous
woman
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