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.

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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.

Sex work

Watch me, watch me
pay to see my flesh
give me credit cards or checks
I’ll give you VIP access.
Touch me, touch me
pay to play with these, undressed,
give me cash to gain access
my flesh a paid event.
I am who I am
don’t you dare judge me like that-
my choice, my voice, my agency
stop forcing me to forget me.
Sex workers have mind’s on knees
we can give head while we think
victims are trafficked,
prostitutes are classic,
a way to make money
with the product we packin’-
trafficking isn’t
the same as my actions.
Sex workers are workers
through and through
stop using the victims
to fuck with our truths
victims need help,
sex workers need tools.
Watch me, watch me
I’m gonna make my money
gonna flaunt my body
sell my cunt-you can’t stop me.
Touch me, touch me,
every job is dangerous
I knew the risk when I got in
those that don’t
wouldn’t be considered employees
in that sense.
Sex workers are workers
by our own fucking choice.
That’s the difference between-
those who are trafficked
who don’t have a voice
and a sex worker
who is
gainfully employed.

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.

Female

Tell me what it means to be a female;
sunsets, hair nets, and twiddle.
Living on the silk and needle
telling of the nights most lethal.
Tell me how it feels to be a female;
remind me what it’s not to live with heels on-
that it’s not the tits or
even
the blood,
nor is it about the vision of the yum-yum.
Tell me what it’s like to be a female
who defines the truth between a split-tail?
All these lipsticks lies
and rouge wails-
this their alibi-
the world’s scared, but
still they will define what’s fair
all along she’s theirs-but who cares?
Tell me what it means to be a female;
cotton candy limes and details,
female tears are lies and evils,
they define our lives,
but we will
defend their rights
until we fail.

Vanity fare

Ooh Emma Watson
all grown up
caught with
the label of hypocrite
all because you showed some tit.
Make grand speeches but don’t know shit
about how the real world’s buying your bit.
You see the great thing about feminism
is that it’s a tool for domination!
You think the world got double-speak from the guys who brought you UFC?
Breaking the binary doesn’t do dick
when you reverse the roles receiving whips
lashes to lashes
dust to dust
everyone’s special-that means us!
Its not a choice when it’s right or wrong
black or white
no grey or mauve-
he for she is all a fraud.
Emma Watson shows her cards
just another girlhood scarred
demanding Belle bring womanhood while balancing out that double speak good.
Sexualizing yourself-
pretend it’s not for wealth-
you should know that clothes they bring
a greater part of dignity
self respect and confidence
but everything you’ve said and did
all the hope you have spread
all the trails to begin to age and then
your breast came out to bat and win!
You’re now on the top of age
you have now matured on stage
all it took was one small choice
show your breasts-
the world rejoice!
You say feminism is about choice
so why did you choose to sexualize your voice?
Once there was Hermione
now there’s just two tits, see?
You’re just another body
because you chose to outgrow
clothing.