What I want

When I look into your eyes

I see a dozen lives,

 all of them involving mine.

With white covered lace rippling down my waist,

A heart covered glass and my sins replaced.

Oh, but I don’t need your glory

I don’t need your hand.

All I want is freedom

I don’t need a man.

What I want is a life worth dreaming

   Life worth giving more.

I don’t want your heart so bleeding

   Dirtying my floor.

I don’t need your soul for mine

I don’t need your ring

Just give me arms about my waist

Give the flesh I need.

Comfort in this nights embrace,

A kiss to go to sleep

Lets play pretend let our hearts bend

Blending always free

Cause I don’t need your love

I don’t need forever

Don’t turn my life around

No happily ever after

No kiss to break the spell

I don’t need your wedding bells

Chapel hell.

I don’t need your sweets

No roses at my feet

No forever after scene

I don’t need your kiss

I don’t need your heart

I’m not the answer to prince charming

I’m just killing time.

All I want is your affection

All I want is your body in mine.

(March 18 2012)

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Nothing is the better

When perfect isn’t perfect,

and enough is just too late

wondering if settling is up

or if true love’s off this plate.

When passions curse the aged together

and together feels like ease,

nothing simple is ever safe,

it just feels like another disease.

A cancer to the lungs, a smoking cough

to set it off

everything is just so right

but its all simmering with no hot.

And when you look at all you wanted

you see his face

you wonder if this wonder-lust

is just a wonder-safe.

Something lacking melody but imbued with

simple chants

that rhyme you with their marigolds

and stick you with their flats.

There never seems to be a charge to push you to your end

a crisis never reached only seldom-ly  in bed.

When touch can kiss the skin send ice right through its core

a trap is set through windows pouring out

Romances door.

And every rhyme you’ve ever felt is cold to hearts own game

because romance has flattened out

it needs another refrain.

For when it reaches climax you seem to come redone

and find yourself so simple,

so easy

so much in love.

But love would rather swelter where you sit in this pot

it’d rather reach you to a boil

while you bubble in your spot.

And while you sit their soaking up

all marry rhymes and shelters

passion dies, romance it flies and nothing is the better

(March 12 2012)

Ode to bisexuals

Ode to bisexuals
who are never harmed
by stereotypes
or jokes taken too far.
To the ones
who don’t notice the hate
in your stare
for not noticing
the disdain in the air.
Ode to bisexuals
the picky and proud
to the ones who play stereotypes
and the ones who aren’t bound.
Ode to bisexuals
who don’t get harassed
though what you’ve been through
should be defined as that.
Ode to bisexuals
the erased and abused
to all of those who
have been beaten and used.
To the ones the community
just up and forgot
unless they remember to fling
hate at our lot.
To the ones who have loved, lived
and have thrived.
To the ones who
didn’t make it out alive.
Ode to bisexuals
who believe in themselves
no matter what the rest say
you know you’re valid as well
never forget that your stories matter.
Ode to bisexuals
and always remember:
you aren’t gay enough-
you don’t even have to try,
no passing privilege-
you are just bi, bi, bi.

Kylie’s open season

Oh my my
that’s mighty fine
skin tight jeans
ass just right
looking like a gift I’ll
unwrap tonight
baby girl ain’t got the hips
but that outfit defies eyes.
Oh my my
ain’t lookin’ for a wife
party girls alright
they got that good shit
for a night.
Oh my my
all these barely dressed
females
no disrespect just details
dressing like an open split tail
everything up for sell
no shame, baby girl, just retail.
Oh my my
looking all the time
these girls dressed oh so fine
until you realise something’s
just not right
that little honey looking like a
Kardashian
like Kylie Jenner
a jail bait sentence-
why we teaching girls this lesson?
So, men like Tyga can statutory rape’em?
Oh my my
these young girls
just women on ice
dressed in nothing just candy
and vice
turn them to adults ready to play
make older men dating
rich babies okay
and all that you get is violence
and rope
feminist sexualized girls
now they reap what they sowed.

Fell in love with a robot.

Sex robots
replacing all of us?
Normalizing rape
and violence towards our lot.
Women to be replaced
by age old fetishes?
Men fucking robots-
have you ever heard of kinks
or
agalmatophilia?
Sex robots
and technosexuality
stem from one gardeners lean
to love a statute in the 1870s
but yes it is a
dysfunctional sexual
need-like fetishes tend to be.
Yet, it’s threatening
to women
mainstream?
Because some men want to
play out a Weird Science
scene?
My God how fragile you must be,
that sex robots
threaten your body-these men
fucking robots not the problem
they typically prefer
the woman they bought and
not the real ones.
Part of fetishes is that strange love.

Sweet sixteen

Lolita, Lolita,
all these baby divas
just too sweet to beat’em-
bet Roman Polanski would eat’em!
All these gilded ladies
merely idol babies
even Cosmopolitan’s not that crazy-
dating older men is just so passe,
these older broads-so nasty
get’em while they young?
That’s okay?
Tyga ain’t a man!
No way.
The Weeknd is just sad.
The old way.
Kate Hudson is a drag-
so thirsty-woman robs the cradle-
it’s just another Thursday?
All the rich and young-just prey
sacrifice them up-
its so great!
Kylie Jenner’s strong?
She’s okay?
This is all alright-it’s not though.
We once protected the young,
but that times gone.
Bella Thorne is just one-
in a hundred,
another child without a youth
just exploited-
by her own accord,
but we don’t stop it
or
tell them that it’s okay
not to flaunt it-
tell them it’s okay just to want it.
The world’s gone mad
and we just watch it
no one gives a damn-
just fuck off it.

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.

Berkeley

Why is it
that all I see
is upper class society
trying to stop the fascist regime
to save the rest of us ignorant fiends?
Kill the bigots-set us free-
do you even know anything about poverty?
Or just what you’ve learned from Gaga and scene-John Legend taught
you what we need?
What the fuck does he know about
living poor like me?
Pronouns and safe spaces
that what you sell us.
When white privilege is your rhetoric
you’ve clearly forgotten how the rest of us live.
You aren’t heroes- super or zero,
just cowards and ignorant excuses for people.
Antifa: Laguna Beach? Beverley Hills and other golden streets
how are you fighting for the lowly?
Take the fucking mask off if you wanna throw heat
just a walking ego, a child running with needles-touch that flame
blame me though!
Antifa-the middle class dies
and this is what we’re left with?

The empowered woman’s manifesto

The empowered woman never falters in understanding that nothing is as simple as black and white. Yes, the empowered woman walks tall knowing everything exist in grey, but the best part? Knowing this means she’d have reported Mr. Grey to the authorities and moved on with her bad self.

The world won’t prepare you for this walk. The world despises strong women, but not for the reasons you think. It’s because unlike you, most are imposters, most visible strong and empowered women-aren’t. It’s hard to imagine, right? Katy Perry and Alicia Keys not being goals-well not really. Strip the celebrity down and what do you have? Women controlled by their image, career, and life style.

A true empowered woman stripped of privilege, resources, and image is still an empowered woman.

She is the woman who communicates honestly, openly and without apology.

She is the woman who is critical first of her behaviors, actions, and beliefs because she knows the full extent of good and evil she is capable of.

She is then critical of all information she’s fed and the behaviors/words of others, nothing goes unchallenged.

She is the woman of choice. Always understanding her responsibility in the matter whether; career and family planning, or simply where she’ll play tonight she knows she’s going prepared.

She speaks out when wronged no matter how fearful for she knows she must protect herself.

She is never the victim for even when attack she knows she’ll get the last laugh.

She knows her rights, who to call, and how the system is built to protect her as well as what to do if it fails her.

She is prepared for great joy and great pain knowing life is filled with degrees of various emotions and experiences.

She sets boundaries and keeps them.

She doesn’t fight, no, the empowered woman discusses, debates, and critically examines, but knows fights are wasted energy.

She knows loneliness and knows how to end it. She isn’t afraid of a Friday night in, but also has back up plans for company.

She doesn’t cheat. No, the truly empowered woman doesn’t cheat because like fighting it’s a waste of time and ultimately an act you should be ashamed of.

The empowered woman makes her way despite a world informing her she’s weak, limited, and oppressed. Yes, despite feminism the empowered woman makes the most out of life educating the world with action. Letting no individual who comes in contact with her forget that empowered women are alive and well.

Make me

Affirmation, Affirmation
we will force your recognition
we will force the change,
additions,
to the science by omission,
reinvent the definition
change the facts to your own diction,
rewriting facts with ignorant precision.
Affirmation, affirmation
force the work on your neighbor,
force the majority to do you a favor.
Part of being people is picking up yourself,
part of being happy is stable mental health.
No one deserves to die for being themselves-
fight for your life,
but leave the thought out?
Screaming for protection
while transforming yourself?
If the solutions exterior
you are deluding the help
asking for a surgery to affirm
the shell
leaving all the rest to wallow and wail-born in the wrong body-
how can you tell?
You want some affirmation
maybe start with yourself?