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SOFT, NOT SORRY

Pretty is a strange word.

It asks so little of the thing being admired.

Be pleasing.

Be soft.

Be easy on the eyes.

Be gentle enough to hold
and quiet enough to keep.

Nobody asks what happens
when pretty gets tired of being pleasant.

Nobody asks what happens
when the flower is touched too many times.

When please has been said and ignored.

When the smile has been mistaken for permission.

That is when the teeth appear.

Not always to attack.

Sometimes to defend.

Sometimes to retaliate.

Sometimes simply to communicate:

I said no.

I said stop.

I am not yours to handle.

There are things a mouth can say without words.

A clenched jaw.

A sharpened smile.

The sudden flash of something white behind the lips.

Teeth.

We are taught to hide them.

Ladies do not growl.

And certainly do not bite back.

But I have never understood
why biting back is considered ugly,
when the first bite was violence.

Why is the wound we return
less acceptable than the wound we received?

Why must a woman remain gentle
in the language of her defence?

When the kindest thing
she can do for herself

is bite back.