Feminin

I’m feminin

masculinin my ways

only human counting down the days

balancin out energies in my days

sentencin to pave my way through life

writing is the only thing i like

people say I’m too nice

too soft for this life

still deemed unladylike

I’m unorganized

have a clouded mind

smoking was my hobby

now i enjoy sex and parties

i eat real sloppy

my hair is like wool so i can never fix it properly

my hair never moved much with gravity

guess 4c curls r too stubborn for nature’s blasphemy’s

full lips so i pull my lips in with my teeth

dark skin so it’s nothing in my moms kitchen to eat

I’m only feeding my anxiety

avoiding my sobriety

hate to talk so i take my failures quietly

finding myself

I can’t be with anyone right now

not yet anyway

but this clit doesn’t transform into a dick just because i don’t have a mans last name

I’m still feminine

being society’s version of feminine is so inhumane

sexually repressed

emotionally distressed

thoughts processed

on beauty and how we should dress

just for them to call us insane

just to force sex on us and hand us all of the blame

question one of us if we’re filled with anger and hate

associate my melanin with violence like America doesn’t stand for the same

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our men close hands when it’s time to give a baby a name

that some of us use for meal tickets

or money & fame

we’re just here to win

the human body is driven by sin

if you expect a human to act accordingly with the upper hand,

look at our politicians and look at the people you call your friends

I’m feminin

masculinin my ways out

A woman but only human

trying to make the days count