To George

I can't stand you and your protocols
You walk around swinging your imaginary dick looking for someone to fuck over and over until your power disintegrates your skin and decorates you in a hideous way
Lies fall out of your mouth and I tripped over one the other day
Yet every day you prepare yourself to be pretty for the man
To suck his dick in the break room while drafting new policies to catch more prey, nourishment for digest on your way to the top
Feminists fuck better, oh yeah they do…
Right in the ass to an unsuspecting comrade,
Suffocating, you become the struggle.
The head that you so enjoy sucks the air out of the room and I am ashamed to call you sister.

haiku #2

top notch asshole you
looking forward to something
different better grand

haiku #1

under the street light
soft fullness happened slowly
a kiss from your lips

a poem for m

take up your bed and walk
reject the ease of misery
hear the pitter patter of little feet strong hoisting jolted dreams
infuse your apathy with ecstasy and awaken the dimly lit moon
bathe in the blood of living
incubate the product of your slumber
lick your wounds
heal the world
vibrations of brilliance
seeping into minds
the pain of a blighted womb
saturated by vacant indulgence
inanimate you
balanced by the peace of chaos
wholly owned
the high point of seasons
manipulate
as you do
cosmic reciprocity

you

last night, while sleeping with another i was taunted by dreams of you. my efforts not to love you prove futile as my arrogant heart invades. i don't know what to do. somehow you're always around. you're no good for me. it hurts to love you. i am constantly left feeling empty, stripped of all good sense. you are an eruption that removes me from a centered illusion of control. the dream was so vivid and i struggled to determine reality...when i opened my eyes this morning, i was shocked not to see your face. i felt betrayed that it wasn't your arm wrapped around my ample waist. you haunt me.

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"Mother, loosen my tongue or adorn me with a lighter burden." -Audre Lorde

employ the pussy

chills run down my spine as i watch Hillary make her acceptance speech here in columbus. she is gorgeous in red. she is confident. she is joyful.

this evening when i told my daughter that we were going to vote, her response was "i want to be the president"

i then picked up my son and told him where we were going. he responded with "maybe i should be the president"

i feel hopeful.

the revolution is being televised. my children effortlessly declare a goal that was wholly unattainable when my parents were their age.

my life is a direct result of the women's movement.

when i was 7, i played sports with boys, i did so until i was 12. i played sports all through high school. at age 17 i chose to have an abortion and went to college to obtain my degree. i've left and stayed away from 2 abusive relationships. i am parenting my children with the support and community of my family...of origin and that which was chosen. i choose to love women. i choose not to wear makeup. i choose to wear makeup.

i am a woman...proudly.

to paraphrase ani d "...all decent men and women should call themselves feminists, out of respect to those who fought for this..."