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Mona Bethke

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Wash, Rinse, Repeat

Flip Flop…

Back and Forth…

Not knowing my purpose…

Trying to recycle, reinvent, remold, the writer…

No…

I am who I am…I write what I write…I have evolved beyond perceptions of angry poet and/or beating a subject to death.

Until Rape Culture, Rape, and Domestic Violence are no more, I will not be silent.

Like my words…don’t like my words…don’t really care…

I know my purpose and I will follow it until there is change…

I am inspired by a writer that has grabbed the brass ring with both hands because he doesn’t give a shit about how people react to his words, he puts them out there regardless. He’s much like my favorite writer and literary idol, Henry Rollins. I’m much like my favorite writer and literary idol, Henry Rollins. The only difference between my friend and I is fear, my fear, that I might offend or upset the small and ignorant minds out there.

That fear was dispelled this morning when the Police Officer I called for help in a Domestic Violence situation ignored and negated me while trying to communicate about the situation with a Hispanic worker that spoke no English. That same worker directed the officer to me, who turned, looked at me condescendingly, then turned back to the worker and continued waving his hands in some kind of attempt at sign language.

That is the last fucking time I will be negated. That misogynistic asshole released a BEAST.

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