So where to begin? Speaking this feels like a mortal sin
I tossed and turned, research and learned
and I hope by the end, no bridges are burned
But first a confession:
You have standing before you a former Red Pill-er
I fell for that shit, hook, line, and sinker.
And whilst back then I was a much bigger drinker,
(and clearly much less of a thinker)
I cannot excuse, or pretend I was confused
No! I genuinely believe that women were less
Totally irrational, but kind of droll. Needing someone’s hand to hold
Needed to do what they were told. Otherwise they might get out of control!
And to the Red Piller’s point, perhaps a history of systemic oppression, centuries of domestic repression, and a societal obsession with delegitimising female expression. Might result in some suppressed aggression.
"_All oppression creates a state of war; this is no exception."_
Was Simone de Beavour’s reflection.
One side forces exclusion, the other begging for inclusion
One to control society, the other allows to be who you want to be
Pretty easy to know which side was for me
And now the culture wars rage, fascists take to the stage
Across the globe and loudly proclaim
“being woke is a joke, a woman is a woman, a bloke is a bloke,
ignore the strikes, everything’s fine, would you prefer champagne or wine?”
I hate to say, but the UK is looking more like the US with our press
Obsessed with how people prefer to dress and identify
And I scoff at the toffs who insist it’s not “just another civil rights issue,
This is about menaces who want to misuse and abuse
The wrong bathrooms”
What?!
Abort the discourse, I’m bored of piss-poor
rhetoric and reasons, allusions and metaphors
Your allegories causing mental contusions
Listening’s a chore, cos I want to hear more
About the core of how you reached these conclusions
But my ears are sore, from hearing you caw
The same talking points over and over
more repetitive than a fucking lawnmower
Round and round, in circles trapped
I’ll say a single word and then you snap back
You won’t unpack your facts, just act like a didact
Did I call you a mower? I take it back
At its very worst it still touches grass
See what I mean? You’re clearly outclassed
Watching you think is like watching a fart dance
Has no direction, can’t control it’s movement
Shit out of an areshole for childish amusement
Admittedly funny, but not an improvement
Now I feel bad, like I’m saying that you shouldn’t
Even try, I’m not saying that, all I’m asking is for
You to take back, some things you said and assumed their truth
Sit down, you’re hangry, eat some food.
I see you all nodding your heads, but I actually wrote this about the left!
Not some tory cunt full of trans hate, or some alt-right weirdo’s Andrew Tate take.
There’s no more debate, for fuck’s sake
If we don’t call step in line, we’re cursed a “TERF”
Forced to pick a side, or be ostracised
My gender pre-determined the legitimacy of my voice
Like my biology means I don’t have a choice
My intersectional positioning leaves me out in the cold
Don’t disagree, just do as you’re told
I never expected to reach this conclusion
So I say, with all due respect,
Man I feel like a woman
06/03/[[2023]]
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This poem was written for a poetry slam with the theme "Man I feel like a Woman". After I wrote it, I asked my friends and they said "nice poem, wrong audience" so it never got performed, [Man, I feel like a Woman (Safe Edition)] did.
For eagle-eyed readers, you'll note a stolen verse from the poem [Online Discourse] this was due to time restrictions, thank you for letting me share my guilt.
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