too many fools at the table and taking up bus seats
and after you read, what are you gonna do to make it better?
welcome to the YRT bus where no one sits together unless you got your dick out to diddle with
because all you want is warmth, no?
a hot bod to keep you going
a minor to blow you major
mister-oh-so-friendly with the crooked smile
there's a reason no one's come by
maybe zip up your damn fly
cause it's hard enough to build this pattern of
seat taken, untaken, taken, untaken,
and we're nervous enough about being taken in any, every, alleyway anyhow
you're messing with the order of things
we're not supposed to be traumatized in broad daylight, just behind closed dark doors, dontcha know?
because 99% of the females in my life have been sexually assaulted, dontcha know?
that guilt weighs me down as the 1%, dontcha know?
that our poems, voices, screams, protests, still tickle politician testicles
because when it's a "yo mama" joke, then you fight each other, not for your momma's sake though, just your dignity
and when it's a whistle at your sister, it's a playful shove and "don't think about her like that" because she's your property that's being tampered with
but her friend is fine. her mother is fine. your teacher, your cousin, your grandma, is fine.
but they are not yours
you can't even damn protect 'em, useless
voting for fools who just fiddle with the rights of everyone
trigger friendly, flicking on and off rights for some like a bored child with a light switch
but it ain't easy to turn the light back on in her eyes after you've legislated the darkness
and im so tired of hearing this "not all men"
well what have you done to prove it otherwise? where's your toughness now when the people around you are being attacked
when have you provided safety without violence against another
when have you used your stupid annoying voice for something better
when have you done something for the good of someone else without expecting gratitude or a quickie
when?
because we ain't waiting for you
the world starts and ends with a woman, you're just here for semantics
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
Water is Life ✊


Comments (6)
Powerful words, made even moreso by the rhythm of your stanzas, especially the last four. When, without expectations of a quickie? Poignant question. ⚡💙⚡
I definitely feel this.
I'm sorry for all my culpability, for not doing more.
I'm new in vocal and already loving your writings. Keep it up sir 🙌
💙well said, Oneg <3
Yes. That was what I whispered as I read this. yes.