Stay Behind the Yellow Line

by Chloe Jacobs

I don’t know why bitterness is my mother tongue
Why my readiest tools are sharp
Where I learned to be so cruel
Who schooled me in dead-eye dead-pan
Spoken-word violence
Who taught me to pick fights
Take names, break kneecaps
Bite to the elbow the hand extended
To feed me

I am not sorry
at least I tell myself I’m not.
The me I am is razor-wire, attack-dog,
Hot-poker vinegar-girl
There is a reason for safety-lines
Beside rushing electric trains,
Explosive tests, wildcats in captivity,
The wavy line of hornet-buzz on air
And I will not apologise
For my nature

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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