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What I Learned That Night: Poetry Collection

Change of Definition

When I was

five I told my

dad that he couldn’t

stop me from believing

in fairy tales ‘cause all

guys were nice.

When I was 12 my crush

made fun of my crooked

teeth and I cried

myself to sleep.

How could he

be so mean?

When I was 17 a stranger

forced his tongue down

my throat against

the bar of a club.

He just couldn’t

understand no

and I believed it

was my fault.

At 19 I know

to never trust

the words and

nice eyes and

never take any

bullshit from

any guy ‘cause

I’m worth more

than that.

 

Consent

Your lips travel

down my cheek and I

can’t help but squirm when you

reach my neck ’cause

in his drunken state, he decided

his needs were more

important than me saying

yes.

 

 

Author: Beth Haze
Email: belus26@me.com
Author  Bio: nineteen years old from ba. usually overly caffeinated writing short stories about people she sees on trains. poetry lover.
She’s currently writing about music for Bleached Magazine, publishing poems on her poetry Instagram @hazedsights and preparing to be a junior in college.
Link to your social media or website: Instagram @beluvila | Twitter @bethaze

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by Beth Haze

twenty years old from ba. usually overly caffeinated writing short stories about people she sees on trains. poetry lover.
She’s currently writing about music for Bleached Magazine, publishing poems on her poetry Instagram @hazedsights and preparing to be a junior in college.

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