I Got The Boy

I got the boy.
The boy is mine.
Tell your girlfriend.

You're my competition.
I need to be loved - wanted - touched.
Your man - my man

My life is a journey to win the biggest prize.
To have some handsome man gaze into my timid eyes.
My value is consumed by the product of your affection.
I exist no further than the strength of your opinion.

I am your body to be molded.
Am  I beautiful to you?
Do as you wish.

My eyes see only as far as you stand.
I am surrounded by beauty - real honest beauty
But my vision is obstructed.
You must be my destiny.

How tiny.
How insignificant.
To implement the narrowness of hetero-normative desire as the basis of life.

So Much More

My God, how vanity has destroyed you.

How deeply you have dismissed the notion of intellectual value.

How firmly and voraciously you have a built a home on such shallow ground.

What about all of the knowledge? 

The words, the laughter.

The consideration for life, love, relationships that stem beyond casual flirtation.

The vitality, the gratitude and admiration for a body meant to be so much more than a dolled up ornament.

The perfection that is embodied by complicated simplicity.

My darling, you must strip away the perfectly adjusted armor.

Dive wholeheartedly back into a life worth living. 

Take off the helmet that has  nearly atrophied your mind - and let it breathe. 

Let it wander though mountains of books, human connection.

Let it gaze at your beautiful body- the one that carries your wild and immense spirit. 

Reach out into the field of energy that wishes to reignite your spark.

You - are a phenomenal masterpiece.