Another year has passed.

and what the fuck have i done?

what am i doing?

that is the ultimate question.
the question i am tired of asking.

the life i am tired of living.

i only truly live in his eyes.
i only truly live with him.

i only live the way i want in my head.
i want my head to crack open.
i want to live the way i want.

i dont want to just be another human being in this fucked up world.

Attemptation

one two
blush cheek eye shadow eye mascara lip stick gloss little black dress
all for you?
three four
this society has taught me to talk and think about nothing more
than sex- how to only please my man (?)-
nothing more than how pink is the new orange.
And "OMG! Did you see what that skank was wearing?"
please...What a fucking bore!

Womyn perpetuate and perpetuate this cycle of a make-upped self hate.
They have entered our brains with images in magazine ads of stick thin barbies-images that you must die your hair blond, that you must be white but spend $15 twice a week to get your spray tan.
They have replaced our brains with television screens to the point where we womyn cannot even anymore relate.

Well my television screen has long been broke and kicked out to the street.
You see my heart has its own rhythm now. It is NO longer synchronized to that new rap song they play on the radio about how womyn are just there to rape and beat.
no.
no.
no.

Feminism is hot.
But how do we expect this feminist movement to thrive in such a patriarchal sexist and racist society
when we have not had a revolution within ourselves yet.
We still conform to their set propriety.

Wake up! Beautiful Womyn! Wake up!