Checkmate

Do I fight like a girl?

Hell yes I do.
I've had to
from the minute I  packed my my shit
and moved out of my mother's womb in search of a better neighborhood.

Because, to fight like a girl,
you have to stop playing the victim.
You can whisper your  wants and needs for this world
from under a pile of poor me sludgy pity
or you can rise up and scissor kick some idiot in the face.
ENGAGE!
Life requires active participation and...
sometimes...
a decent right hook.
Words require a set of pump action double barrel lungs not  afraid to fire into a crowd
and  a pair of knees that won't buckle like a house of cards when those words are fired back like tear gas...

To fight like a girl, we all have to put the rulers away.
We waste our time measuring and weighing
then we forget what we were fighting for
until we are just throwing sand because my dick is bigger than yours.

I don't need measurements to know my worth.

My body was built to house a world.
It's an entire fucking eco-system
so don't tell me that I am the weaker one...
While ya'll are posturing and making threats...I'm making PEOPLE.
And trust me, they fight like girls too
because they have to live here
in this war and peace
condensed into a twitter feed
rapidly browning tumor of greenhouse gases.
And they don't waste dreams on royalty.
You see

I  am not a  Princess, I am aQueen. Open the door for me because you fear checkmate...
not because you think I need saving.

Don't slay my dragons
we have an understanding.
They actually can be pretty good company.
Why do you feel they must die?

Besides, I can handle myself.
I fight like a girl.

I fight like

Pin point questions dialed in to the
festering abcessed root of the issue
laser focused
painting the target for intellectual annihilation
by a verbal onslaught of logic stemmed from dialogue
previously lost in all of the penis measuring.

And I've got a huge brass set
that sits
somewhere in between my ribcage and pelvis
and when I walk, the "click clack" isn't from high heels....
swinging like  a pendulum from the dark side of the menstrual cycle,
they hold within them, all of the boiling rage of those with a score to settle.

Whoever said "a fair fight"
has never fought a woman.
we can strip a floundering carcass of flesh in seconds
because we THINK before we pull the trigger.
Thoughts lead to education and education leads to more kill shots and less murder.

We aim for the soft spots
every time
above the belt
below the belt.
They can't scream if they can't breathe
and they can't swing if they can't see.

And when they are all fours
blind and wheezing
voices broken
head throbbing
teeth jagged
they'll know exactly what it means to fight a girl.

Checkmate mother fucker