Soapbox Edition #69: I am...dot dot dot

 
ACT 1  
 
 
'i am a strong independent woman'  
she shouted  
as she purposely chose the  
weakest most neediest man she could find  
a kept man..i:e an inept man  
to reinforce the idea of herself  
sporting and supporting  
her jobless thug with the unsavory behavior  
anointing herself as his savior  
got nothing in his name ..no credit  
hamstrung by felonies  
she knew she could edit his lifestyle  
in her household..her stronghold  
by burying his masculinity six feet under her roof  
covering his name in mud  
only to stand proudly atop his grave  
and call it her pedestal  
 
 
ACT 2  
 
 
'i am a queen' she bellowed  
but she spoke in those incomplete sentences  
cuz 'of the damned' should have  
been the chaser to those intoxicating words  
she's been gettin high off the scent of her cunt  
for quite some time now  
drunk off the power of her pussy's lure  
a definite cure for her wellness  
she learned to weaponized her gift from the creator  
marginalizing all that is man  
down to just lustful creatures whose wills  
she buckled nightly and rightly so  
as far as she was concerned  
confusing a hard dick for attraction  
when at root it's just a biological reaction  
the well runs deep for men as well as women  
but the former can only be  
acknowledged and appreciated when it's considered  
truly human to begin with  
 
 
ACT 3  
 
 
'respect the vagina' she demanded  
nevermind the woman who owns the vagina  
her eyes were wide shut as she took a slut walk  
down the millennial ho stroll...aka the DM  
swiping dick pics..planning hook ups  
for the next 'pump n dump' session  
allowing spirits of strange men to ravage her hollows  
as time swallowed up her youth  
regurgitating a whole new reality  
condemning her to sifting through the vomit  
of her excesses searching for remnants of the love  
she never thought to cultivate  
because she was too busy placing all of her eggs  
in the basket between her legs  
 
 
ACT 4  
 
 
'i am a goddess' she proclaimed  
still not finishing her sentences  
as she took the 'girl' out the middle and  
called her ideology 'black magic'  
creating her own customized version of hell  
where truths became the demons  
she slept with every night  
howling from the echo chamber of bitterness  
she wakes every day now  
with a permanent sneer on her face  
fine as fuck but lacking any kind of grace  
with traces of her femininity smothered in obscurity  
her insecurities masked in degrees  
she tries to pawn off as her pedigree  
as if that's something to be considered complimentary  
to genuine masculinity  
the man/woman dynamic may be complex  
but it's not a contest  
it's the harmonic flow of energy that's  
been taken out of context  
seems like there's a need to check the bill of sale  
for the fool's gold bought wholesale  
by the [m]asses who didn't do their due diligence  
to think for themselves