Cigarette corner

Purple lace
tracing down
her thigh
underweight
everything is
dry
red lips
orange wig
you don’t know
what you did
blue eyes
black boots
you don’t know
what to do
have you seen her?
Do you know
how much
is real here?
How much is show?

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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.

The little head

The problem with women
is Jeremy Meeks-
you see a sweetheart
a right sexy beast.
The problem with women
oh women you see
they think with their clits
though they won’t agree
won’t share the secret
the secret is key-
most are just desperate-
both dumb and naive,
see a sexy man
and go numb instantly.
One might see Meeks
and think he’s so handsome
but when you find out
what he has done
you should turn back, yes,
you should just run-
a man who beats children
is truly a thug
but women oh women
they don’t think things through
yes women oh women
they think with their heads-
the one in their pants
not the one on their necks.

Slut: one who uses sex to hurt others and/or themselves.

I fucked the president
got paid to seal my lips
but opened them within seconds
guess that’s what a porn star is
fucked a married man
because he’s got green-
I make money pretend to be queen
but I still got down with anothers man
wore my crown on his head
but he had a newborn and even a wife
is the story a cheating billionaire
or the whore that just might
get a second chance at washed up fame
he may be a cheater
but your a scavenger not a saint
the only victim here
is the woman you betrayed
so next time you think-
I fucked the president
maybe you should remember
what a slut really is.

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)

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.