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Bitter fruit

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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.

The practice of thought conservation (On conservative thinking)

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You are marginal

Negligible.

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.

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Winter whispers to these blisters

That I’ve worn into my skin

Pressing pencils, move prehensile

While I’m pouring out within

Deftly prying ice from sides and

Stretching out where I begin

Removed the blinds from sides of eyes

Attack in mind the white page spin

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What has this world been coming to?

Childhood soldiers with no socks or shoes

Staring down the cameras, guns pointed at you

Nobody is safe when all the faith’s in fools

Manipulate the media until the lies make truth

Make the trip go easier

Let Expedia

Plan it for you

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remember me?

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Blood money

Smoke and smoke and mirrors

A sleight of hand has come to call

What once was held dearer

Has come to mean not much at all

And pages upon pages

Get ripped from slate-but save this!

You may need it in a second life

 

Trust in truth-but be wary!

You never know these days who’s false

Rust in proof when steel was querried

And wicker roofs against a squall

Sent cutting room in stages

Made sweet enough to taste it

Dissected to a sounding bite