LESBEING

Lesbeing


Im a little lesbian short and stout
Not even in the closet, im very very out.

Ive been with every school of dyke
From butch to femme, to a chick named mike.

Some might even sya I was the local bike.

But now I want to settle down,
This chick is looking for a nest.

And a loving girl with ample breast
To help turn this frown upside down.

But everytime I tell my friends,
It’s a housewife I aspire to be
They just look and laugh at me,
And say there’s plenty of fish in the G.

I’ll cook her meals
Ill wash her clothes
Ill even clean between her toes.

I want to be a housewife
Its always been my dream in life
To take a woman up the aisle
To make her laugh
To make her smile
And even make come once in a while.

In mydreams we’d build a cottage
Where we would partake in bi-monthly frottage

Some breeders might disagree
About this dream of my wife and me

They say its un natural disgusting and wrong
That I want to make this commitment life long

I say screw them, cause they’ve screwed me
With their notions, I strongly disagree

Why cant we all just be free
To have a choice
And use our voice
To say I do
Have some kids, not one but two

So to the likes of proposition 8
I say fuck you and all your hate

I put up with all the strain and strife
To get my girl and live the simple life.

It shouldn’t matter
Wheter straight or gay
Everyone should have the right to a wedding day

this is called i dont know what to call this poem, poem.

I went away for a while, tried to blend into some foreign soil.
Tried to make a place amongst some straights.
Taking notes along my routes about how the other team live.
Trying to spot the difference between his and hers, hers and hers and his and his.
But the only difference I could see was the way in which they stood, and the way they pee’d.

No matter how far I have wandered there still seems to be a rampant rage for the way we live in our world of him for him and a her for you.

More and more everyday it becomes clearer that this global village we are in, is not divided equally. Look at whats happening in Uganda and Belgrade more recently.

There is a school of thought that the world we live in is made for two, hims and hers and their baby makes three.
Is that really what make a unit and constitutes a family tree.?

I wonder have those professors, believers and preachers of the hetro way, taken a moment and spared a thought for the dads and moms of those five boys, who jumped off bridges or set off guns, because THOSE people demeaned them for being gay.

I don’t want to get bitter or twisted, I want to be more motivated and proactive because our rights internationally are being totally fisted.

So legions of lesbians and those gaggles of gays lets stand up, be counted. I think its time we had our say.

i wrote this poem tomorrow.

History will not dissolve us
The effervescence of amarach
We were born to the future

We will follow our bliss
Futures doors will open
The past has taken the piss

We are not the children of the revolution
We should be the solution
We will not be televised
We will be tweeted, blogged hash tagged
and facebook status uptodated

Lets stir shit
Lets get to grips with what is ours
Mystic Meg isn’t the only one who can see it in the stars
Pieces is dead and Aquarious beckons
Tomorrow is our reckoning

We do not masturbate on planes
We use our brains
And our feet
Our education is from our streets
those that march the blue beat
Them peelers should be after the dealers
And drop their batons from their hands
Forget about their holy lands

Recyyle what they have sown
We shall reep our own

Let us communitse not brutalize
Let us optimize.

The future is yesterdays today
Tomorrow is ours.