Girls like vipers

She moves like a viper
but thinks she is the first
the one and only girl
to ever drink or curse
the first to wear all black
the first to own three cats
but still she prefers dogs
smoke cigarettes
takes bongs
fucks just like a man
at least tells herself she can
like the lady is a tramp
but she’s the first to dance
ever on a table
screaming her new labels
everybody forgets
girls were always like this

Danger sitting

Danger sitting in the bed
with a grown woman who’s said
I’m a girl in one way or another
this chick ain’t bad just immature
won’t grown up its kinda absurd
act in charge like they work so hard
crying like a child
when they get paid large
don’t know how to act
so they blame men
danger is sitting in bed with them
little girls couldn’t be so damn grown
twenty fucking something years old
danger is letting women be girls
you’ve already grown up
but this time is yours
just so you know it’s silly at best
make your own life
or you’re just making a mess
danger is sitting in bed with women
grown ass adults pretending to be children
this is what we’re left with
this is what we’re given

Starving the cat

She speaks of diamonds
she’s drinking up pearls
a powerful anthem
for all the little girls
women can sing it
and be not afraid
she’s so materialistic
with not much in brain
she’s speaking of diamonds
eating her cake
she’ll laugh when we die here
and lick off your plate
a powerful anthem
a ballad of truth
money is power
it’s the rich who’ll eat you
she speaks of diamonds
while drinking up pearls
if this is empowerment
the poor all submit
if you got some problems
you should probably quit
she speaks of diamonds
she’s drinking up pearls
empowered by money
and ripe for the juice
is this empowerment
or just selfish trash
like eating your cake
and starving the cat

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

What Natalie Portman was really talking about

Messages-so many messages
got the girls screaming,
got the women leaning
on walls to catch their breath,
confusion is the anti-drug
that leaves our lives bereft.
We can’t get to dreaming,
we can’t get to life,
we just live in bewilderment-
confused unable to thrive.
Women and girls get conflicting
conflicting messages all the time
from media that tells us one thing
while the other thing exist alongside
so we can’t accept the reality
because girls and women get confused
like a virgin in a bikini
it leaves a girl with nothing to do
but cringe and think about
how it makes her feel
that a girl could wear a bikini
and be a virgin too
it’s just that feminist has all
the girls and women confused
society says one thing
but they say that we choose
a feminist lives to tell you
it’s a bikini or virtue

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.

Playing house progressively

White bells and wedding cakes
don’t know how long it takes
everything comes to a close
where nothing dies
but everything grows
perfect skies and perfect weather
friends and family gathered together
nothing here but left behind
girls they dreamt now those dreams cry
nothing yet has come to pass
girls turn to women women at last
but all the gardens have grown cold
nothing left they are all alone.

the fairy tales were right

Little girls for older women
they know just how to get them
everybody wants to forget
older women play predator best
even though the young ones get
get the tricks that youths will set
set their paths to who they’ll be
let the older ladies take our teens!
Pretend all the pimps are dicks
and tricks never choose the John’s
pretend that madams don’t exist
and that Allison Mack is not the norm
that honey pots aren’t filled with chicks
that women never choose these gigs
that women never traffic bodies
never rape, or hurt nobody
all just weak little pussycats
forget predatory lesbians and
Heidi McKinney

Fragile Femininity

Fragile femininity
cost a lot you see
females get abusive
when you call them out
they’ve got issues with
being vulnerable in doubt
they believe they’re
powerless
they pretend to fight
fragile femininity
keeps them up at night
yes, they stay awake
anger on the brain-
what type of oppression
have I felt today
making up the list
checking them more than twice
fragile femininity
comes at a violent price.

Female lobster

Let’s be strong
empowered women
stand up and make a move
let’s turn ourselves to monsters
pour salt on reopened wounds
let’s do all this together
as we rip each other apart
the art of sisterhood
the art of playing the part
is simple animal behavior
not primate like you’d think
think a lobster pot-just females
in the boiling heat