No broken bones, but our tounges are in traction
Gender can’t define us so it just defines our actions
Man-bun, man-bag, man-cave, man-scape
Man we need to teach all men not to rape
Because of this thing hanging between my legs
I’m enemy to those with unfertilized eggs
Being inconsiderate is gender specific
And you can’t be an asshole unless you have a dick
If you take up too much space on public transit, you are MAN-spreading
If you explain in a way formerly condescending, you are MAN-splaining
And some who look like me promote patriarchy
And SOME who look like me promote patriarchy

Little Flowers of Truth

This potion brings peace to the world
Everyone has everything they could ever need
There is only one ingredient
But everyone has long known what it is
The antidote is selfishness
Anytime this potion starts to take hold, resources needed to spread it run dry
Hoarding for the bigger
The better
The Mine
But still we try
Every day
Planting seeds that we hope will one day grow into little flowers of truth

She Has a Big Heart

She has a big heart
But it belongs to someone else
She recites a sonnet
And rhymes his name in her head
She laughs and loves
And I know she’ll bring that smile home to his bed
It hurts
But it is truly perfect
Taste of blood
Static medicine
Breaking bodies
Like waves on a beach
Years pass like seconds
And in the blink of these eyes
We are one

Energy Reborn Repeat

This life is wholy messy
Splinter veins and roots of a tree
Mother and child rip away
In our mortal hearts she’ll stay
Oh no
Oh yes
Pain and rememberance
We’re all left
Salt to the earth are we
This great gift of pain I see
It is so much more than me
Tissue tears and tissue meat
Energy reborn repeat
Oh no
Oh yes
Pain and rememberance
We’re all left
Salt to the earth are we