Sex

How to pleasure a woman is boasted

How to caress her body is taught

When they discuss how she tasted

Like it wasn’t a sacred act

If you want to know how to pleasure a woman

Why don’t you ask her?

She will always know better than you

But arrogance is paramount

And we’re too embarrassed

To tell you how we really like it

To pleasure a woman is to nourish her soul

We have enough knowledge to teach the male sex

How to have sex

How to caresses a body without a touch

To not assume we all like it rough

We sometimes put it down to low sex drive

When really – they just don’t know how to please us right

Male Gaze

We base our lives around the male gaze

Which look will get us the most praise

I wonder how beautiful our minds would shine

If their authentic selves were to align

Pretty is always our ticket to respect

The absence of beauty returns a lot less

If that is the case I don’t want the ticket

I will rip it up and then I will bin it

What power if we showed what’s deep inside

That side to ourselves that we try to hide

That side to ourselves that we try to suppress

In order to gain that bit more respect

If the only ticket to equality is to be pretty

The only ticket that will get us into the city

Where only the successful & beautiful seem to reside

I will happily walk for the rest of my life

N

the title of this poem is ‘N’

but does that make me entitled

to call this poem my own

or did i just write it

 

i feel deeply for this poem

but it isn’t my property

just because i love something

doesn’t mean it belongs to me

 

Because i love this poem

i am going to set it free

now this poem belongs to we

with this i hope we can all agree

 

that now I’ve set these words free

it’s clear for you all to see

this poem is deeply loved by me

but it is not my property

Jimmy Choos

Hi everyone!

It has been months since I last posted, as I am very busy trying to set up my own business. I have been writing loads, but haven’t had time to post any online. I started writing a poem today about starting up a business and how everyone should follow their dreams – however it kind of went off on a tangent, and subconsciously became very feminist orientated! I guess it’s because I have been seeing so many things lately about what women can and can’t wear, and it has actually bothered me more than I’d care to admit. As the hot weather is coming and I’ve been finding wearing a bra is becoming more of a chore, but I also don’t want all the unwelcomed attention that comes with it. So my poem today transported into what women can and can’t wear in the work place, it has never personally happened to me, but I have came across it happening to others before. It has a lot of metaphors (of course) and deeper meanings, but is also supposed to be light hearted – and I definitely don’t want anyone to get offended. However, my overriding message is to ladies, please wear what you want and what you feel comfortable wearing, whether that is no bra, no pants, no top, whatever! Also, if your job or boyfriend/girlfriend is telling you what to wear – then please DROP THEM! 

I was 2 foot tall and ready to take on the universe,

Dreams of being a successful manager is what I rehearsed,

When I reached 4 foot I realised it wasn’t that easy,

20 people apply for one job – what would make them pick me?

Out of all of these people, they only accept one,

They say they’re not prejudice – but he just happened to be an entrepreneurs son,

He became the manager – I worked underneath him,

How can we compete with what the companies are teaching,

Maybe being a strong, white male gave him an advantage,

But managing a massive company was enough for him to manage,

He always looked so strong and composed,

His 6 foot build in his tight shirt was never too exposed,

But my high heeled shoes were too revealing,

Apparently the men found them too appealing,

But maybe it was that going from 5 foot 10 ” to 6 foot that was too intimidating, 

As he wanted to look down on me – and when he couldn’t it was frustrating,

Wishing back to being 2 foot – with all these dreams and ambitions,

Being told what to wear was not part of this position,

Payday came and then I was inclined,

To buy the most expensive pair of high heeled shoes I could find,

I went to work the following day,

Rushed to find the boss – as I had something to say,

“You’re very familiar with designers, so you’ll know these are Jimmy Choo, they make me 6 foot 3, so now I’m looking down on you, if the men can’t focus on work because of what I wear, then they need to stop it – and with that I have decided that today I quit”

It turns out my Jimmy Choo’s were actually extremely rare,

I sold them on and became a millionaire,

Took over the company and got the boss fired,

Then made sure more women were hired,

They all got designer heels – and wore them with pride,

Just as a little message to say – by the rules we will abide,

But only if the rules are equal on both sides.