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CAKED UP
MAKE UP
BLACK OUT
BLACK EYES
HAIR SPRAY
BLOW DRY
TIGHT BRAS
BLACK THONGS
RIPPED NETS
HEELED BOOTS
BULLETS AND TEETH
ON SILVER CHAINS
YOU ALL LOOK THE FUCKING SAME

CHAOS IS THE NEWS

They scream
will will no salute
we will run through your tear gas
we are already weeping
we will hide in the smoke bombs shadows

Look into our eyes
Look into your own eyes
We will dismantle you

We do not fear your uniforms
we do not fear your punishment
We do not fear your institutions

We are through
We are fed up
We are tired of it all

We are sick from what you feed us
NOW WATCH US VOMIT

WHO AM I?

A living breathing work of art

A three year old whose parents
Let her dress herself

War paint wearing

Pen wielding

Carrot munching

I run around naked because the breeze feels nice on my breasts and hairy legs
I like the way my body feels against the dewy grass

I like to run fast through the woods
Jumping over rocks pushing aside branches

I walk quick paced through the streets of NYC
Eyes on the prize of the curb ahead

Fierce and forceful
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY OR MOVE TO A DIFFERENT CITY
I don't walk- I stomp


I WILL BE WHO I WILL BE

I AM A NATIVE SPIRIT
I AM AN ANCESTRAL SOUL I AM THE COLLECTIVE CREATIVE OF
THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE
AND LEFT BEHIND LITTLE PIECES
TO HELP MAKE ME WHOLE

Oh so sexual

Somewhere between the sheets
Between your mouth on mine
Between my hand on your neck
Between your hand on my hip
Somewhere between my thighs-
I lose my voice

I can only grunt and groan
I can only mumble and moan
I can't form full sentences

I cant say, hey you're doing it wrong,
that hurts,
more like this,
move your hands over here,
or I'm not finished.

Where do those words get caught
In what vein in my brain
Do the words of direction
Falter at your erection


Why is it my sexual vocabulary stops in mid-sentence?
I can think of what I want to say
But when I open my mouth
All that comes out is:
Ohbabyfasterharder or a breathy OH MY GOD

It's not that your not good, or that I am faking
But you could be better, and you're not the only one doing the love making

This is something we share
But I think my fear comes from the fact
That you, ARE SO SILENT
The only time I hear you say anything is, UUGHHI'MGUNNACOME

Maybe we both need to go back to school
And unlearn the
Unwritten rule
That sex, is always sexy,
Is always good, is always exactly the way you see it in the movies

Because it's not, never ever like the movies
And sometimes there are things you've just got to say
Like
Baby, I love the way
Insert name here, could you maybe move an inch to the left?
or Sweetie, that is something I just don't like

I got it from my momma

When I see babies and toddlers
on the subway
on the street in strollers
in supermarkets
at the park

I can't help but marvel at
those tiny toes
those wide eyes
rimmed with long lashes
toothy toothless grins
flashing pink tongues
learning to go pffbbttt, is in art form
their sure wobbly steps
their quick grasping fingers

It is hard for me not to stare
not to smile
not to make silly faces
not to wonder about their mothers and fathers
what will they teach you
what will they preach you
how old will you be when you start to resent the
love and care they will give to you
will they give it to you as you deserve

or will it just be words
given to the babysitter?

Work in progress

When they stare at you
Stare back
Stare hard
Make them feel the daggers in your eyes

When they stare at you
Don't dare hide your face
Or lower your eyes
Or shrink back into your seat

Use your body language
To scream
I AM TOO PROUD
TO COWER

You don't have the right to
Make me feel weak
You don't have the power to
Make me feel inferior

So if you're going to stare
Get ready for a reaction

I will not blink
I will not falter

It's not my fault I was born a daughter

It's not a curse that I've got curves

So keep your eyes to yourself
So keep your eyes focused on the floor.

gottagetup

STOP FUCKING UP
STOP BEING A PIECE OF SHIT
START PROVING YOURSELF
START GETTING IT TOGETHER

AND IF YOU CANT
STOP LIVING

Stil-at-it-o

This symbol of oppression
Looks good on me

I like to watch men drool
On the street
While they watch my ass sway

To get gussied up
Gives me a boost
Of well deserved confidence

All stockings and rouge
Thick black lashes
A dress to show off
My hard to handle curves

To finish it off
A pair of high heels

Because the crunch
Of your member
Sounds sweeter
When extracted
By a stiletto

Quick Sand

Pulled me down
Shoved my head
Under the faucet
Twisted my arm
Broke my ribs
In bite sized pieces

We both tried to save each other
But instead
We created a deep cavern
In which
We sunk ourselves
And allowed
Each other to suffocate

Quick Sand

Pulled me down
Shoved my head
Under the faucet
Twisted my arm
Broke my ribs
In bite sized pieces

We both tried to save each other
But instead
We created a deep cavern
In which
We sunk ourselves
And allowed
Each other to suffocate

never gunna give you the world

Is it too much to soon
To ask you to understand
That I am too fucked in
The head to start anything
Too serious because I'm
Too difficult to handle
And I like going home
With guys whose names
I don't need to remember
Because I never asked in
The first place
Maybe that makes me
Cheap and easy, makes
Me some sorta slut
Caus I keep it sleazy
But I don't see us going
Past a few weeks of fling
Because I can't stand
The thought of having
To compromise or open up
And let my tender side
Be touched. I can't stand
The thought of being
Examined or understood
This is what I mean
By too much too soon
This is what I mean by
Fucked in the head

This, between us, is
Making me confused
Because I've got rules
Loose ones, but rules
None the less
Which keep me in check
But here I am with you
And all I want to do
I settle down
And tell you my last name