KUMA: OtherWords - Scattered Femininity by Taylored Poet

Scattered Femininity
by
Taylored Poet

Scattered pieces of my femininity…..
My degradation into a pair of walking and talking breasts….
Taunt me….
Tease me….
The insistence of some men to test me…..
Walking down the street with my skirt which is mini…
I hear the vultures scream at me….
Damn baby!...
What I gotta do to get you to be with me….
You sure looking good…. Shit you are sexy….
Scattering the imperfections of my femininity…..
Across the pavement for all to see….
When I see….
The male form….
All glistened and darkened by the sun….
Masculinity seeping from every orifice….
Muscles bulging out at every glance….
Stance strong…
My mind longs to be attracted to him….
And I am to a point….
The point that makes me see the king in he…
His royalty…
His supremacy…
But unfortunately…
His sexuality….
Flown right over the consciousness of me…
Further scattering my femininity…..
I wonder if I am forcing myself into the obscurity of lesbianism by shunning the male species as my chosen life thesis….
Will my ending testament be…. That SHE could have been a wonderful woman if only she had chosen…. A man…..
Well…..
My femininity is constantly being questioned….
Even the group that I am a card carrying member of
The group whose rights I now fight for….
The women whom my lust does often spill for
Feels the need to dissect my actions and make me prove my allegiance to…… my loyalty for…..
The latest in a barrage of accusatory statements….
Soon she’ll be a stud cause you know once they fall in love and get hurt….
They abandon they’re skirts for timbo’s and t-shirts…..
Just wait…. Give her a few weeks….
Maybe months… she’ll be one of us…
A diesel dyke…..
Strap carrying, baggy clothes wearing….. breasts aced bandaged……
Female at a disadvantage….
Femininity being scattered……..
Does it really matter?
I heard that this guy, that I used to spend time with proclaimed at the mention of my name…
Is AJ still- that way?
Is she still experimenting?
Damn, what a waste of a good woman…..
A waste?!?!
A waste?!?!?
stupid ass fool I chase daily..
I write with haste...
I actively work for a better tomorrow… for my people for our future for our existence…. FOR MY RACE
But the focal point of the descriptive detailing of who I am is….
AJ is a dyke…. Ain’t that some shyt…..
Scattered femininity constantly making me….
Testing me….
Sending me…
Through levels of…
What the hell..
Why the fuck…
When will the bullshit end…
Why don’t my actions send
A more suitable narrative of who I be?
Why is that the only thing everyone see’s
Is that my date happens to be a sexy- albeit tomboyish SHE….
Stop fucking with my femininity!!!
Stop forcing me to shout loudly who I be?
I just wanna live…
Co-exist peacefully….
So I walk back down that same street…
With those same men…
Saying that same shit….
Displaying that same wit….
Fuck it I quit…
I’m a dyke…
I’ll probably end up bitter and distraught….
Hoping in my heart of hearts that I never get caught…
Up in the emotional bullshit that this life tends to provide….
Scattering my femininity like the ashes of one who hath died…..
Give me my t-shirt and my timbs…. That’s my uniform, I wanna fit in….
But just to add a bit of flavor to this mix… gimme my damn mini skirt so I can do this shyt!