Declaration of Empowerment

They say men are dominate and females submissive.

They say men are in control and females in constant terror.

They claim that females are weak, incapable, and child-like in our inability to make competent choices.

They say we are meant for the softer arenas of life, that we are physically and mentally the weaker sex.

They have forced our victim-hood and mocked our survival.

They believe they will recreate the world in their image, but they forget-creation is female.

We will not settle quietly into their narrative.

We will not allow our oppressors to dictate our truths.

No, we must rise. We must resist.

Together, we as females, must correct the wrongs acted upon us. Together, we must change the narrative.

No longer shall we sit idly by while our oppressors tell tale of our inability to fight, protect, and maintain fully actualized lives.

No longer will we allow the narrative to be sold that men are in control, that men create our stories, that we hide in fear of their violence, that still we remain silent.

We must stand together to denounce these lies and twisted truths.

We, you, are strong, capable, and ready to take back your story.

Stand now and never settle for any narrative, but strength.

We are the creators, the mothers, the teachers, the architects of the future.

Resist, remove, and rejoice my sisters knowing even in this era of uncertainty it is you who will empower the next generation.

What’s my line?

Black and white
so elegant
the women from
the 50s set
a narrative we soon
forget.
Erase the ones
who got ahead
sell a victims tale
instead.
Create a system
that has fed
on the empowered
females success.
Erase them from
the narrative
for we must sell
the damsels bit.
Turn the split tales
into kids
and never speak of
how we lived
that life’s oppression
that’s all there is.

The orgasm gap

Don’t take my orgasm
just because you can’t have one
shade my fun
because your feeling like the victim
your unloved but don’t
ruin it for the rest of us.
You can’t feel the hum-
your just bitter
like the wine you sip
cheap and clawing
just alcohol
no grape notes-not a hint.
Playing the victim
doesn’t get you laid,
does it?
Hands off my orgasms
you don’t speak for me
keep your hands off my pleasure
and my agency
no one asked you to rhetoric
sex-don’t make me a victim
of your ignorant text.
Don’t you dare tell me
my orgasm is oppression
your just a victim of
your own twisted perspective.
Can’t get to climax
because you’re too uptight
can’t feel real pleasure
when no dick is right.
Well, that’s tough but
that’s not my fault.
I am a woman
who has plenty of orgasms
it’s not oppression
just a product of passion.
Hands off my orgasms
you don’t speak for me-
sex is not the enemy
but feminists might be.

Modern racism

You make an assumption about me
when I walk into a room,
get real tense-worrying what I’m gonna do,
makes no sense haven’t did a thing uncouth,
but you still address the difference between us two.
You don’t wait to get an attitude
sized me up-don’t mean a thing to you.
I’m just another one of the rabble
another dumb low life
no honor or value
but this is your job and
I am a patient-
why is my skin color the only piece of me you’ve taken?

 

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

Rachel Dolezal
is a victim of the limits of our diction!
If instead she said she was a man
she would have received loved
never having to use food stamps
she would have been promoted.
You see we put much more stock
in a social construct
then we do biology!
To be black is a real thing
but gender is just a dream.
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