Why do I cry all the time?
I want to get angry without tears
Why can’t I have all the sex I want?
Why does my cunt make me a slut?
Never mind, I will carry my keys between my fingers like a weapon and hope I stay safe
Bless me, I don’t think I know what I’m talking about
Why can’t I be built like a brick shithouse?
Then will my dad not worry
Will I then be able to sleep around as the legends, and lads do?
Problem is I am actually weak
Skin thinner than the mesh fabric my crop top is made from.
Because yes I like to be sexy
So I am not actually a feminist?
Maybe I should change my clothes
Throw out alcohol and cigarettes
Get dressed in a shirt and trousers that cover me neck to toe
Wipe the paint from my face
And go back out
Now I am a lesbian?
Men fear me?
Maybe I should grown hair over every inch of my body
To fully support my cause
But I do like men, a lot.
Stop thinking so much
You are privileged
You are educated, safe, full
Stop worrying about what they are thinking
I actually like my cunt
The word cunt
Being a cunt
Ill get changed once more
Sleep with whoever
Have sex whenever
But clutch those keys as I walk late at night
For now I am a slut again
I will be blamed
Well this is going to have a reception
Hard to make sense of what I am doing
I am not in love
I actually do want kids
And a husband
I am a hypocrite, I know
My red lips evidence of this
Looks good though
I actually like my slight areas of cellulite
And the way
Rolls over itself when I am seated
It feels nice
Am I a proper feminist now?
Submitted to ArtParasites by Stina Sims