A poetico-political love letter

Dearest G, fellow

mischievousness,

      

             They say I don’t love you, how could they know?

With no one in my bed over a year, g, is that not enough said?

If I cheated on you, would it not make you suffer?

And therefore, I suffer the freaks lies, because I love you

Because if I went out and had another, just to stop

Their abuse, they’d control my sexuality, not you

Then, why do you think these freaks try tell me

My sexuality, their harm doesnt smart anymore

Like lack of touch does? Never touched and healthy

My elixir is in you, and enduring their freak hell

Cause of love, is my life story, and
I can think of no higher aim,

Than to go thru hellish patriarchy, faithful to you.

Me boxing the world, you fear my love and truth, I’m

Not scared of patriarchy’s lies, I’ll face it’s attempt to control

Womens sexuality: i’m beautiful. In every society thruout

History, control, and now they can’t control my sexuality,

Ergo, freaks lie, it’s patriarchy, this their strategy:

If we can’t beat her, just make it up, send in our army of Tracy’s

A lie to fix a lie, to fix a lie, that’s patriarchy patched up:

There’s no one in my bed, is that not enough said?

G, I love you, so freaks hell doesn’t worry me, only you

I speak to the world, to express my humanity to you,

Because what i endure, is for you, ive already submitted,

And well, I’ll even go wierd from lack of touch for you,

I’ll even suffer you to think I’m wierd rather than hurt you

I’ll even suffer your fear, going wierd, with nothing, wait for you,

Because love is the highest aim, I am blessed to love you,

And then to hand control of my sexuality to you

Is my sexual bliss, not feminist, is my own sexuality, too

Lies they claim I think I’m jesus: lezzo, I love being me,

Human, it’s true, tho I’d say to their screaming chorus of

You’re not even gay, i’d say YOU SAY I AM

But to finally touch you, the holy grail, of all this

Lol, I love you,

Your baby,

Raelene