If there is such a world that buries women in the ground for letting their hair down let my sisters see the light of day when a tornado comes their way. As they feel the movement in the air tell my sisters, don’t be scared that rush is just the feeling of the wind in your hair.
How dare you condemn my anatomy when I was born with horns it’s in my nature to have free will what is mine is not yours.
How dare you make a mockery of me when autonomy came with my birth it’s in my DNA to choose how I live what is personal is not discourse.
I decide what is right or wrong for this body I’ve been squeezed into that is not up for debate if that makes me deviant then innocence never existed in the first place.
Tell me to shut up close my mouth as you bare your teeth, you chew me up then spit me out as you please, so tell me why you get so offended when I say “Bite Me!” It’s almost as if you’re not offended by the content of my words but the fact that I had the audacity to dictate what happens to my body first.
If I were a siren I’d kill men too lure them to the fishnets they forced me into. We are more than the sex to which we have been reduced may we serenade men to death for all the times they’ve been cruel because mother nature’s silhouette is in the shape of a typhoon and when they get shipwrecked they won’t feel our grooves only the ocean’s depths under the pull of the moon and this world would be no less if anything, improved.
Censor her for her femininity like it makes sense to be offended by another’s anatomy unless there’s something a little monetary that can be derived from her liberty ‘cause if it’s just for her she can’t do it for free but if it’s for the rest now she’s a commodity just another product of a voyeuristic society wanting to strip choice from the ones with the bodies that we exploit then ask for modesty.
It’s all so arbitrary dictated by when men do and don’t want to see confidence or insecurity and therein lies the ultimate absurdity one day censoring, one one day profiting from female agency.
If there were no men I’d be naked all of the time. If there was no threat I’d be making my own highs. If there was no sex I’d be vacant in my mind. And I am compelled to be a sin in their eyes.
I don’t do provocative for them, I do it for me because being feminine makes me feel free and the fact that that’s a danger to society is nothing short of chauvinism at its peak.