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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “QLG 647” (where she used be “QLG 6479” because Texas license plates are often 2 letters followed by 4 numbers) at the Austin open mic Kick Butt Poetry 3/13/16 (this video was filmed from a Canon Power Shot camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoem

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “QLG 647” (where she used be “QLG 6479” because Texas license plates are often 2 letters followed by 4 numbers) at the Austin open mic Kick Butt Poetry 3/13/16 (this video was filmed from a Nikon camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoem

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers (S) reading her poems “knowing and lurking for eons”, “QLG 647” and “ex boyfriends became goldfish” from her book “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 poems” 8/6/17 at “Recycled Reads” open mic, at a book store affiliated with the Austin Public Library.

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers (L) reading her poems “knowing and lurking for eons”, “QLG 647” and “ex boyfriends became goldfish” from her book “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 poems” 8/6/17 at “Recycled Reads” open mic, at a book store affiliated with the Austin Public Library.

QLG 647 Janet Kuypers 2/26/16 Was only a fourth of the way on my four mile walk, my second walk of the day. It was sixty degrees, so i wore a tank top and long shorts and I welcomed any breeze. But just as I walked past the high school at noon, a huge pick up truck roared by, giving me a horn blast. Okay, I know that sexism still lingers but I thought, enough was enough and I gave them the finger. And I thought it was over, but after I walked another ten feet I saw the truck pull over. I stopped walking when they opened their door. The driver got out, closed his door, leaned on his truck and asked, “Missy, what was that for?” And I thought, you’re kidding me, he was the one first in the wrong, and he leaned on his pick-up truck just waiting for me to walk towards him... So as I continued my pace I said, “I was reacting to a stranger objectifying a woman in front of a high school, you pervert.” Then I stopped walking. He finally asked, “Are you from the high school?” And I replied, “It’s not a smart idea to be honking your horn at a woman walking by as you pass a high school in the middle of the day.” I started walking again, slowly, and as I got closer he said, “You not a part of the school. Your tit’s ‘re too big to be a student there.” Which made me almost trip in my stride. But at only ten feet away I replied, “Keep talking. With every word you’re making yourself sound even worse.” So I began to regain my pace and he said, “Why are you being so uptight?” So I stopped, three feet in front of him. I turned my head only slightly, and I read aloud. “Q L G six four seven.” “What?” he asked. “Just wanted to remember the license plate number of the misogynist who stopped me today.” “The what?” he asked, and before he could say anything else I cut in. “There’s no word in the English language for women who hate men, but you men have mastered degrading us and expect us to do nothing in return.” He didn’t have an answer for me explaining big words to him. “I think you should go,” I finally said, and was pleased that he didn’t have any more worlds for me, and I walked away. I only had a three miles to go before it was all over... temporarily, again.

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