This is the say nothing nation.
Say “one nation under god”
Mean each man for himself.
Say “equality for all”
And mean equality for the cis-het white men
Who rule this broken down improv show of a country.
Law Is law.
Law is corrupt.
You see my problem?
Hell, it’s masturbation
Of an entire nation.
And they say “rape happens for a reason”
And “the body has ways to
Shut the whole process down”
But what they mean is women aren’t people.
They don’t think of their mothers or sisters
Or maybe they have a complex.
Maybe momma just wouldn’t put out to their pasty republican ass.
Must be so hard to hate the gays
When you have such a huge fucking Oedipus complex.
Maybe we should ask Romney.
Or maybe we should spend our nights crying
For our trans* sisters, brother, mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons.
And never, never be afraid
To spit on a Republican
Because their policies spit on you anyway.
The rich stay rich
And the poor stay poor
Unless you invented, say, Toaster Struddle.
Well then, good job.
In the end there is still inequality
The shards from the glass ceiling cut our feet
And there is STILL slavery.
We are all slaves to our country.
We are all slaves to our genes.
Though not to our upbringing
And not to our parent’s expectations
Because in the end Daddy
Never fucked me and
I wish I could say the same for all of you.
All of you.
The girls who’s knight became a villain.
The girls who’s first sexual experience
Was also their mother’s.
The girls who know all too well
That sometimes being a daddy’s girl has its consequences.
And we all have our secrets, our demons.
What is yours?
Mine is every damn blue light causing a panic attack.
Mine is the guilt of one time consent.
Mine is hands held over my mouth
As wandering fingers had their way.
What is yours?