Unicorn whispers

Paper dolls and ribbons
never in between
girlhood always screaming
coming after me
with memories of innocence
or what it could have been
paper dolls and ribbons
lace dresses everywhere
growing up is difficult
with porcelain in the air
the unicorns are whispering
dancing on the fields
paper dolls and ribbons
burning in the reels
everybody watching
on the silver screen
the unicorns are whispering
and then the innocence leaves

I am champagne

Pink ribbons, pretty bows,
handcuffs like no one knows
I talk about the things we’d do
if you knew that I wanted too-
pretend we don’t
like the world don’t know-
I didn’t gloat
riding that free slit float-
I got the pink ribbons,
I got the pretty silk bows,
I may be a grown woman
but that shit I’ll never show
act fast and die hard
live it up and regret large
pink ribbons and daffodils
I got the flowers to pay the bills
I got that girlhood
grown woman make you feel good
I am that free champagne
doe eyed-you’d go insane.
I act like pretty in pink
too far off from being sixteen,
I talk and walk so hard
got that free flag up as art,
pink ribbons and pretty bows
I rock that cheap shit
like the world don’t know
handcuffs in fur my body bent back
I keep pretending
like my innocence isn’t on tap
while the whole world’s drinking
pretty ribbons keep me flat
girlhood is flaunted artificial at that
pretty pink ribbons, soft and wet
I make decisions I’m bound to regret

Things Miss Piggy taught me

Who told you
you couldn’t
who taught you
to ask
who took away
your memory
and stole your
innocence?
Who told you
you were weak
and taught you
you couldn’t?
When did
Miss Piggy
let anyone say
she shouldn’t?
When did we start
priding obedience-
can’t do a thing
unless someone says yes.
How did we get here
telling little girls
to be loud but polite
asking for permission
to start the good fight
pretend that feminism
started it all
sing another empty anthem
another generic pop song
another stupid message
that the world won’t change.
Pretend that you’re strong
while you sell that ass
on stage
don’t believe Demi
and definitely not Xtina
the world keeps on changing
though girls never needed
we already did
the empowerment thing
Spice Girls existed
and so does the British Queen.
Who told you you couldn’t
and why do you need
another fucking person
to tell you your worth it,
write out your life plan
and tell you what works if-
you might play edgy
but the truth often hurts-
who ever told you
you couldn’t thrive?
still you make the choice
to obey and abide-
Miss Piggy taught girls
to work towards
their dreams
to know that success
is where they want to be,
never let Gonzo
get out of hand
accept kicking ass
and loving romance.

I wore pants to church

I remember the days
when I had to wear a skirt to pray
those jumpers my dismay
but I wore them to school anyway.
I remember the days
confused by what I saw
not even four foot tall
not sold on what I was taught
one day I just woke up
saw it for what it was
and said I’d had enough.
I remember the day
I wore pants to pray
the nuns stopped me in my tracks
but I never once looked back
told them to call my parents
my mother on their side-the merits
of properly dressed females
but my father stood by my details
told him of my discomfort
that I refused injustice
that I would pray in pants
and he told them again my stance.
I remember the days
that I knelt down to pray
God on my shoulder always leading the way.
I remember the days-
Catholic memories
of standing up to nuns
and living comfortably.
I remember the days
only a little girl at play
when I changed the system
never needing permission
just God’s little vixen.

Educate me

Tell me what a female is;
a compilation of unhinged,
a figure made of porcelain-
with
colored vary tones of skin,
a body dressed in red ribbons,
a creature of no consequence.

Tell me what a female is-
I’ve been dying to be let in
to the secrets of my slit-
unknowing is like oxygen!
My lungs are desperate
to breathe again.

Tell me what a female is!
I’ve lived decades so ignorant,
as to my own narrative-
caught up in the experiences.
Guess that’s wrong due to your existence
being a woman is just some lipstick?

Upon second thought,
I think it’s just you
how ’bout
define yourself
not my poon.