Making out with a girl for the first time is the coolest thing and the second coolest thing is driving home and getting aware of all the parts of your face where she was and tasting her lip balm on your lips. The third coolest thing is outer space.
The joke is to get back into the kitchen. The joke is that you’re only good to make food.
The joke is that you can’t be good enough for a man,
because after another man touches you, you are dirty.
The joke is that you will never succeed, because your skirt is always too short. The joke is that you get sent home, because your shoulders are showing. The joke is that you are just a girl, nothing more.
We are born into the role of house mother, of maid, cooker, baker,
We are born into the gender of the joke. We are born into dirt,
no matter what we do, we are dirt.
We are sin, we are the reason men sin.
If I am dirty after one man touches me, doesn’t that say more about the dirt on the mans hands than about how dirty I am?
I am not a joke.
I am not a cat call on the street.
I am not a “get back into the kitchen”
I am more than the term “Femanazi”
I am more than Woman.
I am a solar system,
I am expanding, expanding, expanding.
No joke can stop me,