a lot of dying
comes from the little town
where I came from
a lot of cancer
a lot of soul
seeps into the ground
and can’t recall
what was there
a toothless city
the empty space
This is what you should be teaching your sons:
Teach them that a woman’s body is not property.
It is not a house for sale.
It is not a piece of land
that gets sold to the highest bidder,
or the first man that can sweet talk them into consent.
She has thorny roses
falling out of her mouth as she speaks.
She does not have poems written on her breasts.
She has hurricanes in the back of her throat.
She has snowstorms in her brain.
Those are what you should be paying attention to.
that the the size of a woman’s
body parts do not dictate her worth.
Each woman is a map and
if you dismiss her
because she has plateaus
where another woman has mountains,
and mountains where another woman has valleys,
then you will be missing out
on an awfully big adventure.
Teach them that you cannot expect
a woman to accept your insecurities,
if you do not accept hers.
Teach them that pressuring a woman to consent is not consent.
Teach them that “I love you’s” are not consent.
Teach them that a relationship, a marriage,
their clothing, their flirting,
is not consent.
Teach them that being too high,
or too unconscious
is not consent.
Teach them that even though virginity
is a construct of the patriarchy,
for a woman to trust someone
with her naked body for the first time,
is still frightening.
Teach them that she will want to turn the lights
off and hide under the covers as soon as you undress her.
Teach your sons’ mouths to say the phrase “You’re beautiful”
with the lights on, her naked body fully visible.
Teach your sons that sex is always optional.
Teach your sons that it is possible to have a relationship without sex.
Teach your sons that they can love whoever they want
that loving another boy, or loving someone who has no gender,
is not a sin.
Teach your sons that they do not have to label
their sexuality, or gender, if they prefer not to.
Teach your sons that it’s okay if they don’t fit
into society’s boxes.
Teach your sons that the “friend zone”
does not exist.
Teach your sons that even though
nice guys finish last,
it’s okay because they sleep better at night.
Teach your sons how to be kind
without expecting anything in exchange.
Teach your sons that women of color are not their sex objects.
Teach your son that it is wrong to be attracted to a woman
simply because of her skin color.
Teach your sons that there is never any justification
for calling a woman a “slut” or a “whore”.
Teach your sons that the proper word
for an independent woman is “strong”
and not “bitch”.
Teach your son that a woman does not dress to please him.
Teach your sons that women do not exist to please them.
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you’re smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat
and I wish you were here
I wish you’d never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best
At the mention of a name
of a previous beau
he will get up and go
he’ll leave the room and fume
he’s consumed with envy
of any of the men she
had previously kissed
he’s gets overly pissed
of that substantial list.
He gets so jealous
of photos of fellas
she dated before
he just can’t…
All these flowers
But never a vase
Quick pour the water out of that
And put them in there flowers
always means no
even if whispered
even if inaudible and
and if you think
it’s not assertive enough
you’re the one
they look on
its okay to be alone
to enjoy solitude
love yourself girl
and all will come
i always have
don’t you see
i’v loved myself
believed in myself
improved upon the inconsistencies
left by others
left alone to my own devices
iv built towers and worked
and made music and spoke
and surrounded by friends
and improved on my soul
and my body
in the thought
that when you came along
it would be recognised
but it wasn’t
and here i am
drowned in hope
I want to bite
Our of your love
Bite the tooth out of
Bite the fuck out
Of this mess
Why don’t you
the cathedral of the morning
announces their train will be leaving
from platform 17
to the congregated
are simple to slam
without a key
you will be the one locked out