Stupid Men

Smack that bitch

Fuck that hoe

Gender norms pulsate

Black blood splash

Flat lined life corpse like Sasha asks

Where is the honeysuckle ambrosia truth

That I can ssssssssssip deep and plentiful

The spot so hot—-no warmmmm, toasty

Hontey there is no such spot

Just black ash drowned with guilt and anger and inexistence

Shout not your name—it's Bitch

Yell not your identity —it's Slut

Reproduce Reproduce Fuck Fuck Whore

Suck

Lick

Breath my flames

Raise my kids independently

Oh and don’t cry

And don’t get mad

And and don’t talk about it

Keep this secret away from your daughter

It’ll be that much sweeter when I take her fragility

Raise your sons like me so they can deprive their sisters of

their identity

An incestial lust fuck

Hide your pain but take it out on them kids

So they can hate you too

Like I do

Bitch