I used to say that men aged like wine. And women aged like unpreserved fruit. Now these concepts aren’t really mine, but I still maintain their truth. Because whether a fellow gets sour or mellow, he still obtains some use. But when a women gets dried up or sags down-she gets traded for something new. Like fruit. Tossed out and composted then walked on like she’s dirt-the condition of her flesh impresses-on others what she’s worth. She’s cursed with the fate of a sell-by date, and SOME are packed up and shipped off and sold by weight. And they say, that it’s ok. We’re the fairest sex so it’s best that we’re treated this way. A major in commodity, we’re not permitted our anonymity. The fruit of this womb is set to consume, and I shouldn’t presume, to say what comes through. But it’s untrue. Cause I’m made of meat and bleed, didn’t come from dirt or seed. And I PLEAD with this patriarchal society to see ME. Beyond the flesh that bruises is a person who thinks and feels and chooses, and I think I feel my choices being taken away from me. And you call me a peach, and I scream because a peach don’t bleed. when you cut it. And a seed won’t grow just cause you love it. And you think you know, but you can shove it because I am so fucking far above it. And my sisters, and mothers, and lovers and friends weren’t born on this planet to be ate up by men. So I mean what I say when I’m talking to you, a woman’s a person and not some sort of fruit. So you’re fucked for biting more than you can chew-Cause this peach is fighting, and she’s coming for you.
You are marginal
Like the tube that they feed you through;
It’s out of view for the need of what it gives to you.
And the greed that supersedes your instinct to chew?
You’re just left to digest what is fitting through,
What they feed to you.
Did the thought to say no even occur to you?
To legislate hate for the State when the vote’s come through
And pave out the way for the past un-do.
For whom do you fight when the bill’s come due?
You know it’s not right, but it’s a faster move
Than breaking your sweat for a body not you.
This discourse we’ve discussed disgusts me
A list of lives we love are lived untrusting
Unsung, unsafe and unsurmounted;
You hold faith to fear and cling unfounded
Wide eyes gone blind to searching wildly
For shoulders blamed to set your trials free
So tried and true, this method’s worn
Employed by those of weaker form