Like A Girl

Like a Girl!

I hate the ‘P’ word.
You know the one –
P. U. S. S. Y.


It reduces
it seeks to control
ruin and distort
the female form
– a portion of her power
into the going rate
of your verbal hour

Do you call a man by his bits?
Do you get props and rises for diminishing his shit?


Men and women
use the word
equally as much
Negating her function
to a disembody word
of destruction
to reduce her to ‘it’
as in
make it drip
reach out and slap that shit
hit it
bend it
pull out your fraction
and divide it.
Then use it to
abbreviate and
tear down
the other soul
in masculine form
through insinuation
that in this tirade
man would see it as
a degrade
as if being called a girl
in any capacity
is something
horrible and
unworthy of
any one…

Don’t you see what has been done?
Don’t you see the abuse?

And don’t give me that excuse
that respect surrounds it
when you use it – bull shit.

So let me set the record straight.

I ::insert any word here:: like a girl.
Every thing I do is
like a girl.
Because I am
a girl
And what I have done and am going to do, will what?
be. like. a. GIRL!

I’ve seen the world
gone from west to the east coast hittin it
speaking a number of languages
hiked to the top of 2446 steps of God and made it
dreamed dreams
seen them sprout
blossom and be
caught home base and
made ‘em hate it
shaken steppin to the plate
cuz I owned it!
skied down mountains in a blaze
trippin up to gold
on my way down
as an
met CEOs and Queens
Carried Shrines of God
on my shoulders
in the rain
Mastered the arts
visualize the degree
set my spit on fire
Sank giants to their knees
the list goes on
the conquests of my world
But… guess what…
I did it like a girl.

So the next time you utter
the word I will not mention
or seek to degrade
a person by gender
I suggest you think twice
what your words mean
and to this end
think of your mother, your wife,
child or girlfriend
would you diminish her
for a moment in the
spot light?
Instead remember truth
and let it unfurl
There is power and strength
in being. a. Girl.

I fear

I fear the world becoming one religion
I fear
silent oppression
the lack of sedition
the melting of submission
I fear the the tyrannical
in the name of one political
I fear
serf making machines
people becoming
frogs in water
slow heating
I fear
Unity at the expense of Diversity
of tyranny at the hands of
fear mongering ‘mercy’
I fear…


Naked to the point of disastrous longing
for ink to shade in letters of understanding
brushes to stroke in hues
bold and courageous
so my skin
won’t be see through
– for all this transparency
is deceptively solid;

((off the cuff – ::speak peace and write on:: ))

Listen to the wind

Listen to the wind,
It has secrets to tell
lessons to teach
and wisdom to spell
calling from the mountains
echo in the vale
listen to the wind, childe,
it has secrets to tell
It’s seen every age
lead every storm
holding up the sparrow
eagle, crane and crow to soar
Listen to the wind childe
it has secrets to tell
hiding in the whistle will
languishing on seas
carrying to voice kin
‘cross veils to wee
so listen to the wind, childe
it has secrets to tell.

My Name is Pariah

My name is
my hands delve deep
into the pockets of my soul
no one knows it
no one
the force applied
to keep the costume from
slipping off
into the cracks of the pavement
into the realities of tar and
concrete relegating
into divisions of
conquest and
notions of

My name is
my feet launch forward
with back peddling
no one knows it
no one
the dance steps
memorized to keep from
falling off
into the water running
into the drains
of these streets
tread and rubber
slip easily and forget
the splashing

My name is