Ain’t No Hollaback Girl

sometimes my body gets picked out on the street
curses like vultures vying for my meat
i’m told i’m supposed to fight back,
not meek–
sometimes I smile, to myself.
because i’ve been taught that beauty is in the eye of the beholder so if you behold me in beauty aloud—
because in elementary school i learned that you could be anything you wanted to be and all i want is to be pretty—-
because i was raised in the midst of a girlculture that asserted it’s male dominance on my body that blossomed too soon and told me
i would get used to it.
it’s only natural to come to love your abuser,
if you’ve never known otherwise.
i smile.

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kiki nicole

Kiki Nicole is a poet currently residing in Portland, OR. Their work has been featured on The Pulp Zine, Bitchtopia Magazine, and Voicemail Poems. Find more of their writing at

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