Alpha female

I am just a woman
look at all I’ve done
accomplished
more in twenty years
then you’ve done in one
haven’t had a lot of time
but what I’ve had
I’ve called mine
and when the stories over
I won’t die.
I am just a woman
I’ve got plenty of faults
but one thing I pride
is picking myself up
I am a woman
and I get what I want
not because of chromosomes
or out of sexist privileged luck
no I get what I want
because I do for myself
I am a woman who has earned
my shares and wealth.
I am woman
and I don’t have to roar
I walk into a room
and all the eyes on me
I’m not a lioness
I’m the fucking hyena queen.

Pink Petals

I’m not alone
I found myself
and now I know
I’m not alone
this world it has
found me a home
and when I’m gone
I’ll take the smiles
and the rage
I’ll take the sorrow
and this pain
it’s made me whole again
and now
I know
I’m not alone
I’m not alone
I found myself at once again
stepping ever at the edge
my world a tide of once again
I’m not alone
I’ve my own, my love
my marriage to this tome
I’m not alone
ever caged but free to roam
this I owe
my beloved soul and heart
too worn to ever
beat again
I’m not alone
and on my deathbed
this I know
I’m going home.

Victimhood

I don’t need your victimhood
I don’t need your help
I have waged my own way
while you played with yourself.
Parade about equality
when all you want is
everything;
the power, the man, the wedding ring-
life that’s fair to femininity-
while you destroy
the enemy?
I don’t need your victims tale
I don’t need your progress
I have waged a war in kind
to end the world you promised
protest all you want
but never do define
you are exactly
the very stereotypes
you mime.
Broken little girls
all you do is whine-
imagine all the trauma,
nightmares are your bribe,
scream until you’re crying
then say it’s all their fault
but never actually fight for change
just hold another woman’s march.

Sweet cherry pie

Cherry pies
til we die
feed the hunger
make it shine
we are corpses
so divine
sucking down their
storylines
we sell souls
for marigolds
and tout that supper
till we’re gold
cherry pies
and
life on ice
we kill ourselves
just to survive.

MGTOW

Here we are now
and there they go
the women now pay
for what they sowed
reaping loneliness
and dying alone.
Crying into pillows
wondering
where’d the men go
got your “empowerment”
but still you go to bed solo.
What’d you expect to happen
while you blasted all intentions?
Turned nice guys into rapist
and romance to assault
but still you want the wedding gown
yes you want it all.
Yet, the abused often wake up
and our boys they’ve had enough
what’s left for you to sift through
when the men have called your bluff?

Not your whore

Fetishise the poor
take what isn’t yours
gild the slums and whores
then say you want it more.
Fetishise poverty
make a smut film outta me
wear that Versace while
you drink that bubbly
then sing about the struggle
’bout smoking Marlboros
and over coming obstacles
like…
you were born a rich kid
now you a gangsters bitch and
yet you think you with it
man, you ain’t know shit ’bout that.
Fetishise the poor
turn the rich into something more
pretend they’re humans but adorned
better than that ghetto spawn
but they still have that safety net
there is no righteousness within
the upper class descends
into perverted embarrassment.