I dressed up yesterday like this
but I kept getting comments on how I looked exactly like Nicki Minaj in this picture all night
I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HE-MAN!!
Everyone disregarded that and called me Nicki for the entire night.
It is a Saturday night. I am at a party where I do not belong,
half blinded by eight shots of bootlegged whiskey.
I am a hot, fresh seventeen. The boy I want
to stop wanting whispers that I should kiss a woman.
For him. He points one out. She is dancing,
four feet in the air with her hands on the ceiling.
A bartender is looking up her skirt. This
is the story of how I fingered a stranger on,
and promptly fell from, the bar at Alpha Gamma Rho.
When I wake, sore and cloudy in the boy’s arms,
it seems that I can no longer masquerade as a straight woman.
A sprained ankle hurts like a mother
who delivers blind condemnations.
It is too easy to stay quiet, to hide your weekends
from a Catholic family. It is too easy to kiss girls
at frat parties, to let whiskey be your social justice,
to exchange a woman you love in the evening
for a masculine hand to hold by daylight.
Do not let the movies fool you—
a night like this does not taste like the revolution.
It tastes like Jameson, like vomit, and a little
like a speechless car ride with your mother. It tastes like too many
almost-sentences, like jokes without punchlines.
Tastes like so much talk of phases that even your reflection
looks like the least honest lunar eclipse you’ve ever seen.
Tastes like the last time you saw
that boy who left you, the God-fearing one
you don’t talk about anymore; how he spat his love
onto your shoes when you told him what you were, like he thought
maybe your sense of self worth needed shining.
Tastes like a poster in a boy’s bedroom of two women
covered in soap who paw at each other but stare at the camera.
Two women who grope at the love of a spectator
they will never need to meet. It is a joke without a punchline:
Two women climb onto a bar. One falls off.
They both go home with boys."
"BAR GAMES" by Ellyn Touchette.
in honor of today bein’ the 20th birthday of this lovely/powerful/brilliant poet, enjoy one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite women in the world.
((also, go wish her the happiest of birthdays bc she’s my BOO.))