Apr 20, 2005 04:13
To A Potential Husband
Vanessa Lewis
4/20/05
My imagination is so much more attractive
Than this paper box cut out you have produced for me.
I wanted to be your Barbie
Your June Cleaver
Hell…Claire Cosby.
But I dream Dirty…
And I fantasize Nasty.
I yearn for blood
And accomplishment.
I fuck and I cuss and I pray.
I attack back.
Yea, I’m violent
By any means necessary…
Right?
Every one deserves the right to die
I want the right to chose the form and fashion I live my life.
The idea of bondage is so appealing..
I want to tie you up.
I wanted you to blind fold me.
But not socially.
Not politically.
I wasn’t involved for the sake of definition.
I am intelligent.
I define myself.
I’ve already established my femininity.
And so what if it changes daily?
Evolution is progress.
Id rather be inconsistent than frozen.
I’d rather be radical than ignorant.
You know what?
Fuck your conformity!
Fuck your so called compassion!
I don’t need your dedication…
I don’t need your sensitivity…
And this is not penis envy!!!
I already have a father,
I was looking for a partner.
Not a puppet master..
Not a prison warden…
And definitely not a minister.
Because I’ve already read the Bible
And at an early age my mother told me,
“Vanessa, Don’t believe every thing you read.”