ignore the pomegranate halves masquerading as my breasts,
still, i am a man
erase the tubers of gender roles within that mass behind your eyes
i can bark like a cat
and meow like a dog if i want to
there is not a thing you can do
to stop me from gunning it 90 miles per hour on this highway
mad because i'm faster than you?
hotter than you?
handsomer than you?
stronger than you?
are you angry i dug my way down to hell with my own claws
WILLINGLY, mind you,
and threw away all your scattered, shattered, empty beer cans?
ive never held a gun
i love death but i'm terrified of a revolver
it isn't the blazing blunts, bullets, gangbanging, baby mamas that make me a man.
dont call me a boy
i didnt get labeled mature for my age for 16 years just to be called a boy
i don't shave my legs, i don't give in, i argue like a man
i lie like a man
i bribe like a man
doing whatever he can
to be the mannest man
but does a blood meridan moon playing
hide and go seek behind the sun each month
make me any less of a man?
does my ariana grande ari lennox fiona apple voice
make me any less of a man?
does my ability to carry life, to carry you
make me any less of a man?
do these divine pomegranate lumps beside my sternum
make me any less of a man?
no, they do not.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
