Original Art and Poetry by Ingrid H. Turner
 
"Enough"
 
Enough.
 
Stilettos that make our 
legs long but
deform our feet. 
 
Contour and shading, rosy 
cheeks and knockout lips, but 
can't take a lover for a night.
 
Enough.
 
Soft, silky, scent-filled 
creams for our 
thighs because
 
Sitting in an office with
staff and vodka, to entice
carving our face back to twenty-five.
 
Enough.
 
Straddling a boy on 
one hip, and strapping
the girl to servitude
 
Climbing over a glass 
ceiling and dodging 
pats on the ass 
 
Enough.
 
Being told to "smile!" by 
old men, and grinning 
through the rage, because
 
Can’t say no to sex
because boys get 
mad, and that’s consent. 
 
Enough.
 
Fear of the night, and
speaking up, and
saying no, fucking thank you
 
Crippling compromise, and
Terrorizing and 
Traumatizing, and sitting down.
 
Enough.
 
There will be no more
holding back the 
tears and the screams, because
 
Enough.
 
The women
have had
enough.