My shopping cart is full of:

  the things you expect me to pay for overtaxed tampons carcinogenic digestives asda branded tea a bottle of red wine my ancestors shackles skin lightening cream your misplaced pride bananas that are not made for this climate hopes and dreams my little brothers weak dab millennial angst   

Western Feminism

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Protect. Defend. Respect.

Kick inhibition off like lazy stereotypes The floozie in the Jacuzzi dances like the 1920’s would last forever. Got money. Get money. Build something new. Discard his kisses with sentences of self worth.  Panties draw lines our hearts fear to unearth.

Walk.

Better look over your shoulder It’s you your hiding from Better touch your skin with thoughtfulness  For tomorrow’s soon to come.

Fresh Socks.

After she married him, she was of her own. All lungs heaving and sweat placed hair He worshipped her body nightly. She kept her mind from his touch Dreaming his cast iron fingertips knew she was molten gold that he could not afford to lose. He did not.  He went on to write stories about […]

It’s All In Your Head

Anxiety paraded her shameless song into space reserved for me only.  She twerked her way into pockets she was not welcome in. Stole words from my sentences Replaced them with shaking tongues The cloud in my head is not a metaphor It is the storm I’m bracing myself to fight.

Constitution

He held these truths to be self evident. Dance girl dance. Sip wine from last centuries bad decisions. Open your hands to make a pistol of flesh. We internalized shots that cared for no one.

Bigger than the Eve dream

We made skirts of armour apparently Hid our strength beneath them, Ripped those skirts and wove them to skorts of our intersections. Our bare legs maps to your intentions We bathed in our B.O.  Nature’s fuckboy repellent. Weakness was stomping out my magic because you were afraid. More than lost words reverberating from the street […]

The art of edges.

Brush it down,  brush it off Curl and hide it behind the braids. Gel it straight and let it pull you down. Why are you brushing your hair with a toothbrush? You’ve gotta brush your hair with a hairbrush.  Crease out what feels right.  Standardized to be just like us. You got that good hair. 

META (For Bradley)

Antagonizing the spirit of Saturday’s mind, We run to destinations we are no hurry to get to, Catching Pokemon as if they promise to fulfill the dreams we never caught new dreams season old days with bad taste. Forgive him, preaching is making my ears bleed. We hyperbolize our lives to fulfill artistic need. Poets […]