A Nurse’s Order

          
Forgive them Father and the directness of my meek tongue          
When peace has been breached and fables unto ignorance has slithered in to begun          
Upon my calm shores the illusion of a confused mind to disrespect my ancestor’s creation as my Kingdom thy shall be done          
It’s time to correct to the powers to be and allow the chips to fall as my lineage under the pale horse will be won          
To the classification from birth unto my Strawman account          
Woman of divine marks the box without any shadow of the doubt          
I cannot help your mentality if you cannot officiate your feelings of being a hindrance or legit          
Either you born a dick or a clit          
         
I have never judged, therefore, for others’ self-loath I could really give dam          
Who you are in ‘your liberated mind’ is as you stand          
However, you come up against humbleness I will toss your ass up like you man          
Then throw you like a bitch          
Then shove your dick up your fake ass clit, whatever is down there, a hit or miss          
After I am done, you would have crossed over, into my pile of shit          
All in your feminine feelings when you think someone has insulted you          
Never has been my Creole creed, until you feel the need to invade my space, you fool, but now, no rules          
         
You cannot ovulate          
You cannot menstruate          
You cannot bear stretch marks to push life through the womb at any rate          
You cannot claim to be a woman in its the natural state          
At..at…at now, no hormone pill popping to determine the dick’s fate          
         
I have never in my life belittled the Creator’s man who comforts himself in the state of a woman’s mind          
Suckling on my breast milk of mysteries given my God’s designs          
Body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria I can only sympathize with your pain          
On the oath of my professional license, I treat and diagnose all genders the same          
To love, accept of self, or see no shame          
But you, you a special kind of venomous snake          
Inboxing me explaining your stance, your views, then in open trying to falsify my character and berate          
Slithering around like your ass don’t stink          
When I glance in the mirror, I know who I am, and do not have to blink twice or think          
         
Excuse me, on behalf of the women movement          
This is how we act when we are on the pad, and we try to circumvent          
You will never, ever know that cramping feeling          
Pale make-up, high heels, dresses, yet, parodying and double dealing          
You are one of the bewildered ones who make society your enemy then cry on everyone’s shoulder          
Throwing rocks, hiding hands, well with me, I throw back boulders          
Or roll you the fuck over          
         
You talk about respecting you and the crusade of your cause in the prime of your old age          
Mental warped intellect of a joke from standing, pissing when sitting now, don’t you dare make me a mistaken impression of your twisted rage          
Your life is played out on your own fucked-up stage          
Not happy with your results then stop the progression, without hesitation          
You best to ask quiet eyes in these parts who they see when given a prime-time sneak peek          
Mm… most would tell you a Brazilian shaven clit, big tits, pretty face, sexy voice, pretty lips, and straight white teeth          
I’m definitely someone sweet you can softly eat          
Then you grew a conscious to edit the offense, too late          
Mercy cannot be mended what eyes have read upon the pen’s anticipate          
What’s under your dress bitch          
         
Three times is not charm it’s your ass          
          
That is what this nurse has ordered... take two pills and call me in the morning when you are back to yourself          
         
SKC, interim, DON, APRN