The Check Is In The Male

Since I've Been Sayin' I Was Born In The Wrong Body    
   
I Should Have Been A Woman Long Before It Was A Meme    
   
Then A Movement Then A Gender Bender , I'm Going To Tell    
   
You Bitches To Move Out Of My Way As The Queen Has Arrived    
   
And when her mask dropped , as her veil of existence ,    
she was her sphinx and her Salome , seducing her inner    
male in an incestuous riddle , a kundalini feedback loop    
   
I Don't Just Walk I Strut And I Don't Make Love I Rut    
   
She spun in place , a waveform rhythmic of phase    
shifted light , a portal shakti , in human shell    
   
She seemed normal to most    
yet she was much more than that    
   
She was an equation unto herself , unsolved until    
she turned her key    
   
Who was she , self claimed , and saying no , not to other's perception ,    
yet her own multiple choice creation , and dice rolled , angular momentum    
creating her potential    
   
snake eyes    
   
She Was So Hot The Ground Hissed Under Her Feet Like A Serpent    
   
And Every Word She Spoke Was In The Tongue Of A Cunning Linguist    
   
She was who she was , and all she was , was the present mistress    
of yesterday's ghost , the future dominatrix of her today's dream ,    
none other , for who could dream herself better than she ?    
   
She Burned Through Her Bullshit And Had A Shotgun For Others'    
   
She was a creature of her desires , her needs , her sustaining    
matrices , seeking without seeking that which would set her free    
   
Opposites attract , herself to herself , like some holy guardian angel    
to the body and blood , sword to grail , water trough to some special    
intelligence , drink me , eat me , I am divine    
   
Spirituality made her horny    
   
It is incestuous , when I get embed with myself , she thought    
   
When I penetrate my subconscious , I get wet    
   
Sex and death , are tied in the self referred möbius strip of my subconscious    
   
I Am A Lissome Legend Of Lustful Proportions In Lace And Leather    
   
She was perfect , as physical the beauty    
   
It was in her mind's chaos , nymphs and neural sprites    
stirred the depths of her subconscious desires and    
fears , evoking and invoking body judgements , ego    
appraisals , and am I good enough iterative mantras    
   
Her inquiring mind was on a need to know basis , and    
her introspection was an amateur detective inspecting    
files long buried    
   
She Loved It Up Down Right Left Back And Forth    
   
Spinning Her Web In Every Direction    
   
She Still Felt Like A Woman On The Edge Again Of Her Own Puberty    
   
Crouched On Her Pedestal Of Potential    
   
Half in half out , like some cat goddess , and worshiping    
at her own altar , like any teenager , and girl in heat    
   
Only here while it suited her , an outfit of personality ,    
and nubile persnicketiness , or submissive seductiveness    
whatever she chose , as any teenage girl's unwritten rite    
   
And she danced her primal rhythm    
   
She was the goddess of her temple    
   
She Was Her Mother Of Stars And The Nacht Mahr    
   
She Was Her Sea Horse Riding Her Waves    
   
She looked into her waveform , her song and her dance ,    
Her movement and her sonic , her calm and her storm ,    
her planned event , yet circumstance , her control , yet    
her respect , and ever is that which some call wrong ,    
and many others call correct  
   
She Did Not Give A Flying Fuck What Others Submitted To  
   
She Was Her Own Juxtaposition And Geometry When She Moved  
   
Yet I Know  
   
Only love , ultimately , can set me free  
   
Yet what now is love , other than a cost far too great ?  
   
Shall I give up myself , again , for you ?  
   
Shall I become as you are , or want me to be ?  
   
Shall I break the bonds of togetherness , to find myself  
at the brink of the lonely ?  
   
Just for what , is this thing , called love ?  
   
Halfway through the experience , I pause ,  
if only to catch my breath...  
   
I tackle it like a dilemma , and hold it , until  
it yields  
   
And then in the release , the ecstacy  
   
In olofactory feedback loops , I smell teen spirit ,  
if only in retrograde memory  
 
I'm A Bitch With An Itch For Hoodoo Voodoo  
 
Sexuality It Can Rebirth Or Be Your Fatality  
 
I am the avatar of one thousand footsteps into life ,  
and the dance of oblivion , simultaneously  
 
This Is My Merry Go Round Bitches  
 
You Are Just Along For The Ride
 
 Yes , I am cyclical...and you are the constant
 
    Sometimes you are a constant pain in the ass
 
    And not due to anal sex
 
    Why I endure , I do not know...some say love
    holds the answers , yet why does love hold them ,
    rather than reveal ?
 
    What is this magnetism , and why this charge ?
 
    Some say it is nature , I say nature is a beast
 
    One that watches you , then devours you
 
    Just because it can...and thus , is love
 
I Feast Like Kali On The Flesh And Blood Of Innocents
 
And Wear Their Skulls As A Belt Around My Waist
 
   Rage , Rage , do not give up the fight !
 
    Quiet rage is deadlier than blatant might
 
    Though in any battle to save my shadow and light ,
 
    I shall use the all , then what is left , beyond all wrong or right
 
    You seek to defeat me , twist my truth , entreat me to your way ?
 
    Beware your words , beware your lies , in your power play
 
Look At Me What Do You See Now Look Deeper
 
Every time she thought of tit for tat , she thought
of her tattooist's chair
 
And though some saw it as interspatial fair trade ,
she thought of it as political blackmail , and sexual
force , pricked by a needle
 
Games Were Her Specialty Board Of Relationships
 
She was just so perfect unto herself , she orgasmed with the
 
thought of her immanence and imagination
 
Queendom Cumming
 
Manifestation rules
 
Yet am I physical enough to recieve it ?
 
As I have said...just a yinniny , yanging around
 
 
 
    And just because I said that , am I obligated to think it ?
 
    Who invented that , who made that rule ?
 
    And just because the moment , is it my fixed position ?
 
    I am my realization , as I am my fool
 
    I saw a child on a beach , and a grandmother in her bed
 
    Both raw , and naked , in their embrace of life and death
 
    One , the same as the other , just an issue of time
 
    And space is relative , as far as geomantic placement
 
    If I think , therefore I am , by reflection , and introspection ,
 
    becomes if I think not , therefore I am not
 
    Then who feeds the cat ?
 
    She needs her cream , just because she wants it
 
    Just feline programming , or human cattiness , asserting
 
    it's way , by fang and claw , word , and verbal blade
 
    She is / was / will be a girl , born anew each day
 
And This Is Why The Boys Love Me None Above Me
 
My Anima Loves My Animus , My Animus Loves My Anima
 
Better Than A Sharp Stick Or An Enema Such A Dilemma  
 
And Though I Can Have A Red Light On To Tell You To Stop
 
Or Does It Mean In The End Go , Don't You Dare Try To Pay Me  
 
With Anything But Love
 
Or You Shall Find You Are Being Blind And You Shall Eat Money Honey
 
And The Check Shall Be In The Male !