Gas Stations After Dark

While digging through some of her old poems, Tina Gregg discovered this particularly timely one for today. It was written late at night, still in anger, after returning home from an evening out. It was 17 years ago, but it could have been written almost any night.

Gas Stations After Dark Scuzzy rednecks on a power trip Beer guts jiggling They chuckle at how small they make me feel Eyeing me as meat They gaze menacingly Their eyes strip me of my dignity As they slowly peel off my layers I flash a look of challenge and proceed to ignore the disgusting ill-bred manners The anger burns inside I pray my eyes don’t betray me giving the reaction they seek from their psychological games Wanting to feel Big They only prey on lone girls The female secret We are our only witness of the raping the defenseless endure CMB ~ May 2000

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