If you can’t handle me,
If my girl-power, middle-finger, bra-burning bothers you
Then reevaluate
Because I am only gaining momentum
I am charging,
Ignited by the tide of my moon
Surrounded by my sisters.
I am a bitch
A whore
And damn proud of it.
You label me,
For fear of my labia -
Too crazy
Too young
Too wild
Too scared.
You try to turn down my volume,
Fix and fondle me.
But I don’t need to be handled,
I have two hands
And they work damn well between my thighs.