This poem will serve as an introduction to all that my blog will be; Profite bien xx
sex
i want it
i’ve been told i shouldn’t
or i should want it a certain way
this position
when you’re ready
i’ve been told
i should shave my pussy
to look young and innocent
so you can take that away
when you rode your hand up
under my skirt
as we were all cutting skeletons
in seventh grade science class
and you started touching
my underwear
as i said “no”
i’ve been told
that that was my fault
because i wore a dress
because i sexted with you
because i knew nothing
of why I was horny
or how to masturbate
even though i got my period
at 11
tits at 9
and i was feeling
so
many
tingles
maybe
if someone had taught me
what my clit was
where my clit was
how to play with it
i wouldn’t have sexted you
i would have played with myself
all
day
long
(much like i do now)
& maybe i would have learned
how to come from sex
instead of having sex to please you you you
tout le temps
for
too
many
years
thinking sex was over when you came
who cares
about me
as long as i’ve made you explode
i’ve been told
i’m too sexual
but i’m just the same as you
except for me it’s not okay
we don’t talk about vaginas,
actual vaginas
but our president can grab women by the pussy
as i was
just three days ago
by a 12 year old boy on the street
and i reacted
fire came out of me
a long sleeping dragon
waiting to snap
waiting since
i was first touched unwillingly
waiting since hillary lost
waiting since i asked and asked and asked
you to wear a condom
and you wouldn’t
and i would roll over and cry
did you even know?
i’ve been told
i need to look and sound
a certain way
i’ve been asked what
a clit is
by my 18 year old friend
more than half of you ladies
aren’t masturbating
yet boys are starting at age 7
i remember the first time I did
fucking 17 years old
i spread my legs for a jacuzzi jet
and felt something like I never had before
fireworks
i loved
that maybe people were watching
that i had the power to
come
all
by
myself
sans
you
and this world
keeps trying to take that away from us
trying to control us
tell us when and where to be
and to not be sexual
but that choice is OURS
when will we learn
when will we love our
cunts
shaved or unshaved
when will we scream
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
as i did to the 12 year old
who touched my pussy on the street
i pushed him so hard
the man that he was never gonna be
fell
right
out
of
him
and the woman that i’ve become
grew and grew and grew
a rosebud became a rose
shame became honor
my sexuality is present
present in my life
and those around me
but do not be mistaken,
it is
mine
and mine alone
and shit, i’ll be damned
if i don’t make the most of it