Why are we obsessed about the dick?

You hypersexual, incompetent good for nothing MAN You fucking slow strolling bastard You arrogant motherfucking prick You lightey, whitey seeking Sahib DICKHEAD I fucking hate you Why are we obsessed about the dick? I hate to say this, I hate to write this But sometimes you just say to yourself, fuck it I don’t speak…

Converting my mum to feminism

I wish I could tell my mum about feminism I wish I could tell her to stop this sacrificing for the family shit It’s funny it hurts to bad It’s a fucking business Rolling out invested concern to others and not yourself I wish I could sit and tell her about this system called patriarchy…

A puppet’s life

Constantly being pulled by her mechanic’s eye Her wooden limbs forced to be soft to wait on the smiles of her audience Her eyes have to shine like a mirrors gleam In order to force a boy teenager to get his hand out of his pocket and take notice She has to wear her smile…

Desire

To be the object of desire What must it feel like? To want to be the object of desire Is a disease drilled into the mind You go round in blurry visions Only to come home to disappointment Like a period in The Handmaid’s tale To be the object of desire must be like Receiving…

You say I’m crazy

You and I, we didn’t make that vow Better for you and worse for me And centuries, years, later now It proves in the way it still hurts deep For years growing up I’ve had my fair share of doubts Denying every difference with a tear And sitting through the habitual silent blow-outs You say…

Reclaim

We will reclaim our bodies We will reclaim ourselves from our despair Stop pretending to save us, we don’t need your sympathies You all oppress us men. Black, Brown, White, whatever ‘Freedom’, a term invested by and secured only for some We’re reclaiming our bodies From the claws of a dirty past A dirty story,…