you know

they say you can only find true friendship once in a blue moon
now i know that shit is true cuz
talkin bout it's not me it's not you
then who is it, cuz it's not my cats
not my fish
not the fuzz between my toes
or the dirt under my green nails
not my pretty face, my mannish face

tell me why you mad when you're fuckin up
pushin me away when i get too deep
tellin me watch out, stay on my damn feet
i can't live in a fairytale when my income is 77% of yours
i'm just an angry feminist demanding open doors
well grow my pit hair and you'll be scared
tell me go to france, try to fit in elsewhere
maybe a gay bar or a graveyard

being a queer vegan atheist feminist in a straight meat-eating religious patriarchy

you told me to grow up
and stop living in my head.
well, i'm telling you to sit down, shut up,
and listen to me instead.

i realize it could be worse;
i know i could be dying.
but it ain't a curse
that's got me trying

to understand
how to buy more time,
how to buy fancy sweaters
that don't come with wool
how to convince people
coming out shouldn't be necessary
and intersectionality is crucial
and that not everyone
believes your god is important

why? why do we do anything?
i just want to help, like you claim to
but one of us always has to be better.
i'm suffocated, always the rioting one,
because the only other option is to shut up.
you'd prefer that, wouldn't you?