Guys fucking guys…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lugardia kept us in limbo
Shackling us with sex in
Our see thru straitjackets

“You will marry the man
We choose for you,” said
My frantic father followed

By my mousey mother all
Silent, all compliant as
Ordained by masters of
old.

Lugardia for a colo-wife
Named us; unflatteringly
So. We still follow -such
frenetic waif; branded.

Then I came along stable.
Minding my own business,
Stable, in butch bliss, sort
of or worse.

Then came the turret:
“You’re a guy who fucks
Guys,” shouted a scared
man on the street;

“You are a woman like a
Man that gets any woman she wants! Don’t touch me, I’m not gay!”

He said paranoid as hell.
Nothing was said about
The birds & the bees not
Even bend over for one!

Balogun street is defiant
So are we supee butches!
What business of yours is
Who I bloody sleep with?

Get your head out of the
Sand of chaste civility.
Why do I walk a swagger
Wearing mens clothes?
Fuck off!

An empowered woman; As to, “guys fucking guys?” I’m no stooge of
Repression; y’all are
eternally imprisoned…
Mia Nikasimo (c) June ’09