A Girl Walks Into A Bar

a poem by Amy Pimentel

He says
my curls entice him
He says
the paleness of my face attracts him
He says
his hands want to hold my ass
He says
his mouth wants to lick my breasts

He says
I’m a perfect combination
He says
I only date white women
He says
Latin women are too crazy
He says
I still called after knowing your last name
He says
You’re the perfect combination

I dig nails
into his skin
I kiss with intention
to bleed him
I take him
into my room, pull back covers
I make him believe
I’m wet for him
He says
I only date white women

I make him wrap
his tongue
around my last name
I make him think
he found
the perfect combination

amy-pimentel-splinter-webAmy Pimentel is a gypsy poet who has recently boomeranged back to her hometown of Hanford, CA after ten years of exploring living in different cities around the U.S. She was recently published in the anthology, “Other Tongues: Mixed Race Women Speak Out,” and is working on overcoming her fear of rejection in order to put more of her poetry out in the world. She’s also on a mission to bring arts programing to her hometown and grow more poets in the small agriculture community.

3 comments for “A Girl Walks Into A Bar

  1. Carrie Love
    August 11, 2011 at 11:09 am

    Congratulations Amy!

  2. Shannon Nunes
    August 11, 2011 at 8:59 pm

    Congrats cousin, I love you, that is some tallent that needs to be pursued!!

  3. Angela Franklin
    August 31, 2011 at 3:27 pm

    Amy,
    You go, girl! loved the frank realness of your lyrical poem. Tell your truths. And while you’re at it bring some art and culture to Hanford. I spent many summers in Modesto, California, so I understand where you are coming from.

    May you succeed in both missions especially in overcoming the fear of rejection. You have a voice. Use it.

    A Sycamore from Antioch,
    Angela

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