Get the Fuck Outta My House!
by Amy Ferris
“This is my fight song, take back my life song, prove I'm alright song, my power's turned on, starting right now, I'll be strong, I'll play my fight song.” - Rachel Platten
From the ever articulate and powerful Amy Ferris.
Get the Fuck Out of My House!
Imagine this:
This is the moment - the scene - in the movie when the women barges into the house - she’s bruised & disheveled, and her clothes hang on her frail body. You can tell she was once quite strong. She’s completely frayed & burnt by the every day unbearable shit going down. Her eyes are filled with fierce.
She finds him in the living room, his feet up on the coffee table while he chats loudly on his cell phone. He has no class, none, even though he is surrounded by much fancy & expensive art. The stench of his arrogance overpowers his stale body odor.
She tells him to get off the fucking phone.
He looks at her, as if to say: you pathetic women.
Get the fuck off the phone.
She grabs it out of his hand and throws it against the ‘freshly’ painted wall.
What the… he stands up.
She moves closer to him. Underneath her clothes she is shaking just a bit.
Eye to eye:
You wanna know ‘what the’ .. I’ll tell you, you’re a bully, a fucking cruel vicious vindictive bully. You have no power, none, you have hate… you spread your hate everywhere. Hate is not power. Hate beats people, demeans people… hate fucking hurts and you thrive on people bleeding. You get off on people covered in blood. You’re a scam. A con. You’re a fucking sham. You thought you’d silence me, put the fear of god in me… and maybe once or twice … you did, maybe, but not now, the third time is not the charm. You’re a liar and a cheat and you surround yourself with disgraced cruel ignorant people to make you look sane. You’re so pathetic. Tiny. A bloated small man. I was gonna pack up and shut the door on you and move on and heal… but this is my house. This. Is. My. House. Not yours. And I want you to get the fuck outta here because I am no longer afraid of you. I’m stronger than you, I’m more powerful. You mighta beat me bad trying to keep me small and scared and quiet, but small and scared and quiet doesn’t look good on me. Beating people and scamming folks and demeaning folks and breaking souls and spirits is so fucking weak. Gotta play the tough guy… makes you feel all big and tall. Making promises you knew you would never keep. So full of shit. You mighta beat me bad, stripped me down, threatened me… you two bit bully. But something else you gave me… rage. Not anger. Rage. And rage kicked in and got me up off the floor and getting up off the floor ignited passion and passion tagged it’s good friend courage and courage lit a fire under my bruised ass and my bruised ass whispered to me: do not let him win, and here I am reclaiming my life - and not just my life - but every single life that has been shamed, demeaned, discarded, vilified… horrified…assaulted.
Get the fuck outta here. You’ve sullied and dirtied and dismantled enough. I’m taking back my life and I’m kicking you to the curb. And yeah, yeah…I’ll be getting a restraining order because men like you don’t get to come back into the very house that was stained and desecrated with their small filthy dirty handprints.
Go…go… shoo…your bullshit has an expiration date and that date … is now.
Get the fuck outta my house. - Amy Ferris
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Wow, that is all of us...Lady Liberty...telling Trump, Musk, the techno Bros, the American Oligarchy, the Elite on both sides of the aisle who have allowed all of this to happen in the first place...to get the fuck out of our house...the WH is the people's house, not a King, or Dictator, or Autocrat, or self-serving billionaire's house!
Love it!