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I am not an object to be won
I am the arrow instead
I am not the damsel in distress
I’m the complete fucking fairytale
I’m not the angel of your dreams 
I’m the witch you never could burn
I’m not the twinkle in your eye
I’m the entire night sky shot up with stars
I’m not an animal in a cage
I’m a dove with gossamer wings spread 
A limitless span next to your narrow mind
 Your ghost shell of a heart 


I’m not Cinderella at the ball
I’m the glass slipper you’ll NEVER break 
I’m not a mule you can kick
I’m the bold mare who’ll always run free
My little pony?  I think not
Not here
Not today
Not ever




Good girls may go to heaven
But bad girls go everywhere 
And isn’t that what you fear the most?  


You are not the answer to my dreams
You’re every Freddy Krueger nightmare sprung to life
I am not flattered by your affections
Your clammy hands and roving eyes
I will never belong to you 
Not my body 
Not my heart
Not my soul 
Definitely not my mind 


When girls get angry, they scream and cry
When boys get angry-bang, bang, bang!  
Did it hurt, snowflake?  
Armarite, Armarite, Armarite-am I right?


 Oh, the audacity of your caucasity! 
Of your immaculate testiculate patriarchy 
Adjusting your tight t shirt with some kinda Broseph logo
Squint up your eyes and smile just right 
How ridiculous it looks
You think you got me shook 
It’s almost laughable, your ‘hook’ 
You stink up every room
Cheaper than your momma’s perfume 
You wear your arrogance like a cloak
A pompous peacock who always gloats 
Next time, leave your hood at home


Filthy liar can’t get it up
Gaslighter-we ALL know what’s up
Your polo shirt and crew cut will never again fool me




Boom boom boom.  Bang bang bang
It’s all you know
It’s all you can do to pretend you care
The ultimate finish you never knew you wanted to have 

Why not me (us)?

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Just write 

Put that pen to paper

The keyboard in full swing

Let the ink dry

Begin again

Just move

Feel the earth beneath your feet

The wind in your hair

Or just the stationary bike 

Up up up out of here

Just dance

Don’t worry how you look

Don’t worry about your hair

Shout! Flail your arms

Try not to care

Change the vernacular

Jut out the backbone you’ve always had

Strut your stuff

Shoot for the stars

On the back of all your failures

Lies the dreams you’ll make come true

So do it!  Just do it!  

Why not me? 

And more importantly, why not you?