The impossible for me to respect
type of reprehensible female beasts:
The one so meek, I can dominate her easily.
The self-righteous married one from the Bible belt
who neither drinks nor smokes
but keeps an anonymous ad in every newspaper,
and cyberspace,
seeking for same sex discreet encounters.
The one who does not wish to be naked
because she's terrified of getting pregnant
yet she will lower her mouth to swallow
the seed of contempt towards her kind anytime.
The one who will purchase a chyck
to bring to her beloved male
under the guise of fullfilling
her bi-curious desires.
The one who will betray her sister
for the lust of a mere male.
The one who can only be had
in dark allies, behind the sofa,
on the kitchen table,
in a closet,
in an airplane bathroom,
behind the bush of a public garden,
and in the backseat of a car,
by a busy rest stop.
The one who hates herself
so much that she will allow,
a rabid male to have her
anyway he wishes.
The one who gives herself to anyone
because she's lonely,
because she's desperate.
The one who professes
to love women but
reacts like a rabid male when she hears
the word: No! from another chyck.
The one who hates her own sexual organs
but gives herself to her male dog.
The one who would rather be
with a man who does not love her
rather than being alone
because her life isn't complete without a man.
The one who whines about her life
just to hear herself bark.
The one who believes sexual submission
isn't a deadly game, for men to play out
their unseen hatred towards women, as a whole
and lies to herself and me when she says
slavery has been abolished.
The one who asks me to relinquish
my non-gendered identity
and demands I embrace
the dyke hypercritical oath
if I am to walk beside her.
The one who does not understand
that what I say and what I do
has to match my ethical code
of social corruption, word for word.
The one who cannot see
that neath my hardened attitude
lies a compassionate heart vaster than the sky.
The one who persists,
on attempting to murder my innocence,
by suggesting so-called kinky games to me
and dares to call me uptight.
The one who hears me turn all she says
to me into a bizarre sexual montage
and thinks my facetious words are a covert
suggestion to imply that I desire her.
The one who denies me my rights to my body
when I tell her I'd rather die
than to wear her malevolent traces on my flesh.
The one who severely accuses me of treason
when I call her something I know she is
because I see her behave like one.
The one who is shocked when I tell her
casually, I used to sell my flesh
to rich bi-married women for profit.
The one who lies to me when she says
her water is safe to drink yet refuses to tell me
who's been drinking from her puddle.
The one who gets angry with me
because I tell her I refuse to stick my paw
into her burrow without protection.
The one who does not understand
I was born and groomed to be a social delinquent
and thinks I'm just defying society to be trendy.
The one who thinks that I must want her somehow
just because I'm stopping for a moment,
to acknowledge her existence.
All of these beastly females
walk about me.. I have met them all.
All of these so called respectable
chycks with minor and major lips
have begun to irritate my nerves
to the extent that I, at times,
I feel ashamed to have been born female.
Don't mind me..
But, I'd ratther curl up
with my stuffed rabbit.
And walk alone...
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