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What the Hell is She Complaining About 2010 Janet Kuypers (poetry converted to prose)     I can’t go around telling people about what you did to me. You see, nobody wants to hear it and nobody wants to hear a girl whining. What the hell’s she complaining about anyway? But you know, nobody knows the effects of what you’ve done. Nobody knows that I showered for weeks, no, months to try to feel clean after you did that to me. Nobody knows why I have violent fits of rage, how I’d hit the wall, rip up the plaster.     You want to know what I think of men now? You want to know their place in my life now? You see, I didn’t know what else to do, so I became the rapist... And now I let men do nice things for me, but I always keep them at a safe distance. I never let them get too close, because I don’t care how nice you are i’ll always keep you at arm’s length. I learned my lesson.     So yeah, you had an effect on me and I have to bottle it all up because no one wants to hear the details. I mean, I wasn’t physically injured, what the hell could I be complaining about anyway?     But you know, there are times when I wish you left a mark, like a bee sting or something, so people could see a welt from what you had done.     Wait, no, I take that back I’d wish I was stung by a bee and I was allergic to bees. Because then my blood pressure would drop, my pulse would get rapid, I’d fall into anaphylactic shock, my skin would turn white before I got the the hospital as they tried to keep me alive.     All because of a bee sting.     While everyone else is thinking, a bee sting, what the hell is she complaining about. Also look for thie writing in the poetry section of the Janet Kuypers poetry vaults, to see this writing with different line breaks. Copyright © 2010 Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.