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I Raise My Shirt to the Heavens

May 20, 2010 Leave a Comment

I raise my shirt to the heavens not to you I am not exposed I am released from the shackles over my nipples 24/7. I want to feel the sunshine too on my bare chest away from your stares but you are everywhere and you are the peeping tom always out to get some take some steal some grab grab grab wear her down until she buys into the display and becomes a puppet...

My Face

April 4, 2010 Leave a Comment

How do I relate to my face as it loosens up and fine lines appear on my forehead in a world where women get plastic surgery and try to turn back time instead of marching boldly into new forms new shapes new ideas brazen identities.

Effeminated

April 4, 2010 Leave a Comment

Effeminated: Stripped raped exposed dumbed down numbed out terrorized into silence complacency painted over shaved away cast into hiding in her soul in her home in her head afraid to speak out to push back to roar with her mane wild in the wind because you have taken her word female feminine girl and you have defined her out of it so that she has to bend...

I Just Might Join the National Rifle Association

January 18, 2010 2 comments

I just walked in the rain. I left after 11 pm, when women are supposed to stay inside. And stay inside they do! The only people I encounter in my late-night prowls are men. Save for the women escorted by said men. While I was walking, I was not only enjoying the rain, but also thinking about how, as a woman, I have to be vigilantly aware of my surroundings...