I don’t believe

I don’t believe the Earth is flat,

That’s not an opinion

That is a fact.

I don’t believe I must always be kind

Or if I walk home alone

That all will be fine

I don’t believe men when they say,

Leaning out of their cars

“I’ve got sweets! Come and play!”

I don’t believe they just want to pee

When slurs, threats and abuse

Are hurled at me.

I don’t believe he’s won 1st place

I see her bumped down to 2nd

That look on her face.

I don’t believe what men say

I look at what they do

Day after day.

Mutilated clits. Women getting hit.

Losing our jobs, scarring our kids.

Dead women daily.

Not an eyelid bats.

Why do you believe them?

Answer me that.

The way I miss you.

It hits me in waves.

No pun intended.

The Missing You Tsunami smashes into me out of nowhere, dragging me out to sea.

I am lost. Swimming along the shore desperately searching for a way back to normal.

I doggy paddle, then front crawl, keeping my head above water until

A rip current rips me. Swirls me around and pushes me back out again.

It draws me out then feeds me back to the shore.

Tumbling and spluttering like some confused octopus I crawl back up the beach

Find my feet and 

Keep walking.

Keep walking.

Keep walking.

Until I hear the distant rumble,

And the Missing You Tsunami threatens me again.