Though I can’t say That I am bi or gay, I noticed in yoga today That this girl’s bootayyy Totally … More
13.7 billion years. The universe. 4.543 billion years. Planet Earth. 200,000 years. The homo sapiens. 23 years. Lauren’s anatomical body. … More
But he’s not the only threat
There are many more, you bet
It’s about the policies that are set
It’s about an entire societal mindset
The apathy that burns like a cigarette
Prejudiced rhetoric engineered to upset
Dehumanizing jokes/labels with no regret
Each stereotype or epithet puts us in debt.
I could be studying
But no, I’m cavorting
In clothes so provoking
I just really feel like sailing
Across the universe expanding
My gender’s already transitioning
And I am wishing I weren’t resisting
But you can’t deny there’s something
About being born a boy, the controlling
Yet I look in the mirror, lowkey salivating
She’s finally hot, and hot men are staring.
Time to Be
Alive in This
My love for being a woman truly never slips.
Thinking about yoga pants as I trace my lips,
I wonder how they fit so well on these hips.
I can’t ask for a better life; there is no eclipse.
Girls are better than even pot
and guys are mean but so hot,
they can get it from some thot.
A thot I am, and I’ll marry for a lot
of money and if I keep up my squat,
he’ll be loving my big butt on a yacht.
Yet this defies everything I had thought
when life SUCKED, and I developed a plot
for both my male body & gender roles to rot.
Thus, I conjecture that perhaps we should not
let pride, grandeur, and stereotypes get caught
animating the social constructs we have fought.