Wednesday, 23 March 2016

By them men

I think,
That in music,
as it happens in other art forms
(let's just keep it to music art),
we find that the majority of the work is done by male artists.

I just thought 
that it has nothing to do with women being busy,
breastfeeding or doing the washing,
or prioritising on reality 
so men can have clean music studios 
with no kids running around in them.

I just thought that
that's the way we, 
Fallopian Tube beings, do it.
We listen to men's music 
more than
We listen to what our sisters have to say.

Cus we female people,
are continuously yearning for love.
And we want to hear their voices, 
talking sweet to us
talking dirty to us.
Or ignoring us.

While,

We admire their freedom
We admire their honesty
We admire their unity.

Cus they don't have time to listen to 
what we females have to say. 
It's too mild.
Too boring.

They don't need us that way.
They don't really need our art.

They listen to themselves,
and see themselves expand...

We, help them do that. 
It's OK. Aight.

Makes me put into perspective quite a few things about hetero love.

I hear a change is coming. 
Boy, 
t'is slow. 

***whilst I listen to Navigator Truck by Alex Wiley

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Flimsy Poem

The signs of unfairness fading down my female face

Without any faith left to fall for it again

I fail to move forward

Remaining in fear


Life, for some so fruitful for me so frail

The friction inside feels like fever hell

Faster than fashion and flawless like flowers

My power is foreseen by some, maybe four


White flour powder I prefer brown

They function by fallacies far away from me

In fact, it is so safe it is uncomfortable

                        For these times, ahead is my belief

I feel relieved I found you

And that I found me inside you

Forgiveness who am I to forgive

                         Nobody, but I have to forget it.


Forever free, my mind is.

Forever free... 

I...



The f word – I can say Lof.

(But I do love to say fuck.)

For That,
This life I live.

Future proofed be my children’s fate

                         May they find freedom along their way.