Rape

Strip her to her naked body
when you meet her
rub your manhood all over it
hurt her like a true man
do tell her how sexy you think she is
force yourself into her if she says nothing
rip her clothes off
for she is a nobody
who needs your fame
show her how desirable you are
for all the women you have in your bed;
how she needs a man
like you for she has no other.
After the rape,
go tell the woman you worship,
you did a woman who desires you a small favor
that the night is done
while your little goddess, the woman like no other, a woman herself, touts her a piece of shit
that must be raped
again
and promises she will be the one who
will pop your children
for she is your truest fan-
and you, hers.
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Significance

In this storm of
voices and faces and houses with numbers,
I am the still
the free
the homeless
the lonely
the voiceless
the child,
I am the desirable.

Model

The face is a thought,
an empty paper
the face is a wish
the body is a sleight
and I am everything.

A glass came under my foot,
I looked back
into the glass
ready to be loved or pierced
and I was hurt.
They whispered I walk on danger,
for they know what danger means.

survival of the swiftest

The space between one phase of being and another can be as uplifting as deathly:
Make your transitions swift, delay nothing, be clear, know exactly when to retract -
take control over your choices, before they take over you.

Stop for no-one - as no-one would for you.

Innocence found nowhere to go. abused and mistaken it took on their shape.
it's friends had all learnt enough about the world too soon.
He who can not tell right from wrong and good from bad is the slut
Are those who the world has robbed sooner than the others, the men and women who perch comfortably, classify women, who claim class, who mistreat women, who take their talent for granted, or better still do nothing, just sad for what they cannot have back?
But he learnt to stop asking for silly things, and accepted that little truth : that feelings have little or no place in a world dominated by power structures, class, delusions of largeness and facades and misogyny - and they will always win over the truth, over justice, over feelings, over the very momentary seduction of the non-conformism of those structures.  He learnt that Wisdom was the end of him.
That to survive, it must be as clever and corrupt.
In a world where even naivety becomes a projection of class and vocabulary for social media seductions, the one who has struggled to make sense of the world all alone foolishly, is better seen as the clever.
The one who can live with the alone-ness of darkness (as outsider), can live with the alone-ness of threat (as insider).
And it went exactly that way.
What they need to be told he thought, is that the outsider only likes life from outside theirs door - he is not interested in their friends, in their people, in their status, in stealing or threatening, or in being loved, he wants only justice. And that the beautiful innocence of understanding the world for yourself, of taking your time, is not the same as being dumb or naive.
He learnt that wisdom itself was just a form of clever, a corruption one learns as an art of self-protection. And that malice and wisdom, too, go hand in hand - and that is the art of the inside.
He could not decide if wisdom was a blessing to be embraced, or if he'd rather fight it and remain a child. the child who will be misunderstood as childhood passes by, mistaken as more malicious than those who actually play and fight to remain with and besides others, to remain inside.
Niceness, naivety, rebellion, love, friendship is just another word for foolishness.
For the only thing that moves the world is strength, class, images, and who you can keep at bay thus.