Curly

I was raised
Indoctrinated in capitalism
Taught to measure my worth
By my rate of production
But never supplied with an abled body
I learned to play in pain
To normalize the broken parts of me
In order to survive in a society
With no space for the unproductive
Never supplied with an allistic mind
I struggled to shutter my thoughts
To focus on a single concept
Rather than a concept's singularity
When my intuition compelled
My interdisciplinary tendencies

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Those feelings when
You realize how completely
You are trapped in the binary.
You thought you'd escaped;
But all you did was wake up
from a dream within a dream.
You were never meant to be part of this,
And here you are, immersed completely, drowning
In a toxic way of thinking about reality
And your own transexistence.

On Being Out

Coming out is like
Taking a deep breath after
an exhausting run.

Orator

Maybe if I shout it from the mountains
and everyone hears it all at once,
then I can stop telling my story.

Kintsugi

There's a beauty in it

In being a survivor

I'm invincible

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum (Wikipedia).

Alice's Haikus

If you had asked me
ten years ago whether I
would be here today,

I would act aloof
and maybe indignant too,
and I'd say, "Never there;"

And yet here I stand,
tending a secret garden,
chasing Caroll's dreams.

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Sorry it's been such slow output.  I went from putting 125% of my energy into school straight into the garden.  It just happens to be 1:23 and I'm buzzed and listening to Kanye West.  So, you can imagine the state I'm in.  But in any case, what I wanted to say in this note is that I'm watching my poetry/style/subject material transform (albeit slowly, but transformation non-the-less).  It's scary and thrilling and mundane all at the same time.
Maybe I'll consider going to sleep now...who knows?  I certainly don't.

I Rarely Do This

But I wanted to show you one of the places I draw inspiration from.

Kai Davis is who I wish I could be.  And this particular video is what I have felt the last two days.

He thought he escaped my gaze.  I planted my sickle in his throat and uprooted his head.  King cobras always fall victim to charms.  

Letters to an Ex-Lover: Uber Nacht

I hope you asphyxiate on every lie you ever told.
I hope the weight of your sins smothers you slowly over the years.
I hope the poisonous evil that you spit corrodes your veins and mind
Until all that's left of you is a babbling shell with a blackened soul trapped inside.

Oracle's Haiku

The crazy woman
Laughs in the face of danger.
I admire her.

Conquistadora

It seems my ship's run aground.
Time to explore the land I found.
Let's disembark and set up camp.
Hurry up, boy!  Set up the ramp!
I'll forge a path with my machete.
My name will eclipse Dante Rossetti.
We'll capture savages and steal gold.
My crew will tell you, it never gets old.
I am the blood of the conquistadora.
Whatever I want, I'll do it ahora.
I know no bounds and wear no chains.
I'll clear it all, until nothing remains.
I've always known I was meant to lead.
Enemies beware,  I'll make you bleed.




Modified English sonnet for the suckers.
Also I'm pissed as soldier ant right now.  I'm ready to prove anyone wrong about anything.  Yes, it's one of those nights.

Great News For The Kingdom!

Whether or not future expansion takes place, the word is spreading.  My poetry has been published once again.  If you can, check me out in Tidepools 2012 when it's released in June!

Lovingly,
Your Queen

Authoritarianism

It's time for insurrection against this unending infection,
Just note the inflection in my direction.
Please state your emergency. We need a sense of urgency.
We'll end this absurdity with an insurgency.
We are all so blessed and oppressed.
We are the repressed, the second best.
I'm so fixated, and still nothing has abated,
But as they dictated, we must be degraded.
It's time to walk in your shoes and see what's left to lose.
And when they read the news, I doubt they'll disabuse.





That'll teach you to have all male panels for women's birth control. And also insurance coverage for vasectomies and viagra...Everyone sees what you did there.
Why don't you all just go back to work and continue tweeting your dick pics.  At least you'll be kept busy.

Yeah Unh!

Now that I dropped my baggage, I'm diminishing the laggage.
You see me coming in first; what can you do to quench your thirst?
I got my money, honey.  And it's a just a little funny, bunny.
I got no degree or loans, yet your dad still owns your bones.
So suck my cock, and don't let your jaw lock.
Because I'ma pound it in and out, as I fill you up with doubt.






The ghetto mini rap I made up walking from my car to the door.
Yeah mother fucker.  Suck on my imaginary huge enormous dick.  Good thing its not real otherwise I wouldn't be able to wear pants.  Yeah feminists do it better.



On a much more serious note,
Men have the power to ruin lives.  At least act like it affects you when you hurt someone, quickly before I lose hope in mankind.



Yeah, that ones is at you, candidates.


Note on 4.2.2012:
I can only imagine the queen from Oglaf.com reciting this.

Ode to an English Teacher

It was Ms. Shope
Who gave me hope,
Who told me to write a lot.
It's the way she taught.
Carry on, she said,
And so my imagination fed.
Thank you for all you've showed me.
When I write, I know I'm truly free.



She inspired me and gave me a taste of true freedom writing poetry offers.  I can never thank her enough for what she helped me become, especially so young.  (I had her in 7th and 8th grade).
I tried to visit her today, but I came too late.  So I ran to my car and jotted down this little ditty.  I needed to get my thanks out.  She's the reason I broke 1000 views.  There wouldn't be a blog without her somewhere in this story.

I Am Queen

Time to change into something else.
I'm turning into God Himself.
A powertrip, that's what I need.
A kingdom on which to feed.

All my minions take a plow.
You're in my great providence now. 
Bow down before the one you serve.
I assure you, you'll get what you deserve.

I Came With The Valkyrie

It's time for a little hurt, so I feel less alone.
I'll push you away and ignore when you phone.
I'll beat you black and blue, then I'll tie you to the bed,
And leave you on your own, make you wish you were dead.
I keep telling myself, "you're a strong babe,
The likes of Freya herself, part of the valhallacade."
Repeating my mantra, hoping that I'll believe,
That I might swallow the spell I've tried to weave.
I'm jaded and anxious.  Sometimes I can't cry.
I'll eye you from the corner and from corner of my eye.
It's best to be scary, so they don't see that you're scared.
I'm new to this world.  I just hope they haven't heard.





Aha! Found you. I only get anxious at night when I run out things to do. I made a 'dominatrix' playlist. Essentially, it has songs that boost a girl's ego and make her feel like she could throw some punches in the big leagues. It features songs such as
Maneater
If You Seek Amy
Piece of Me
Perfect Exceeder
Pop the Glock
and many more!

You see the pattern though, assuming you've paid the least bit of attention to the lyrics in any of these songs.

Also, I'm forming a strong obsession with Norse mythology. The women are badass and I want to be one/their friend. I may have to buy a book to learn more. The internet is simply not getting it across to me. Maybe I'll just get a translation of "Prose of Edda" or whatever it's called.

Dominatrices

Oh powerful dom,
She wields her chains and whip.
Behold her beauty!

Never been so disrespected

Ex wouldn't leave my house so I pushed him out the door (because when you are under 5'0 you cannot show 6'0 black belts any fear. they feed off fear) and he had the nerve to stick his foot in. He didn't pull it out (even after I slammed it twice) until I pulled out my cell to call the police.


However, there was a gem.
Last night's best quote: "HEY ASSHOLE." "Yeah?"

Thats right mother fucker. We're playing by my rules now.
Today I texted him about getting his shit out of the garage before I throw it away or burn it because if he calls the police I will have an eviction notice for him.
Here's an excerpt:
Speaking of mistakes, you left your mortar and pestle here which means you don't want it. So it's in the dumpster in case you change your mind.


Empower yourselves, women. Tell that douche bag that he did you wrong and you want him out. Then show him your beautiful lioness claws.