Is Monogamy Dead?
A poem about moving forward.
Writing is the best way I know how to think.
Uncovering what’s always been there...
Letting it drain down the sink.
Thought download.. brain dump.
Get it out to get out of a slump.
What have I been hiding? What haven’t I seen?
Why do I let them hurt me? Why do I respond so mean?
Them is a singular human in this case.
Someone I want to be authentic around but they can’t seem to hold the space.
So I’ll hold it myself.. a new human race.
Two individuals bonding together for life.
Exclusive to each other, a husband, a wife.
Dreaming of novelty, drowning is strife.
Fantasizing of a world with unconditional love.
A place for exploration, no need for a white glove.
A world messy and perfect. When push comes to shove..
the people don’t fight with fists — something they are above.
Engage in what you will. It takes two to tango.
I know my limits.. the places I won’t go.
Face pouring blood like a faucet.
I hear them say I’m bleeding on the floor.
Should I be sorry? I clean it up still bleeding.
This blood isn’t your chore.
Sit there in silence.
At least it’s better than yelling at the one you say you adore.
I’ll clean up this blood,
once I finish bleeding some more.
A container of love for two to expand.
Did the white hetero thing — got a dog and a spot on some land.
It’s been good but if this is it — I’ll be damned.
There are exponential flavors of human experience to explore.
Reminding myself again — it’s your choice to walk out that door.
You crave affection and passionate, you’re normal… score.
Wanting new partners will never make you a whore.
Vanilla sex is such a bore.
Let’s get physical with pleasure galore.
Hurry up — time likes to soar.
Craving someone to adore.
Why won’t you fuck me, mi Amor?
Get over your shit. It’s not my job.
Show up to court me, not like a slob.
A balance of ghetto and poise.
I’ll hold space tenderly, yet not afraid to make noise.
Dreaming of fucking men not boys.
Surrounded by people who own their shit.
Who manage their minds, don’t ever quit.
Sometimes I can’t breathe, sometimes I spit.
I’m a fucking woman. Suck my clit.
No seriously. I’ve been utterly deprived.
Suffocated in norms I never choose.. craving to feel more alive.
I’ll choose single before I ever choose monogamy again.
Guess what fathafuckas?! It’s a choice — not a sin.
Why do you think divorce rates are so high?
Stop fucking up your next of kin.
Reminded myself of the words tattooed on my shin.
I’m the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
Find me lifting or swinging on a pole.
Shame once took its toll.
Good thing we can shed shame... And I’m on a role.
Bound to nothing except what I choose.
Doesn’t matter whose coming with me… I refuse to lose.
Loose members can dwindle away.
Peace kiddos. Go enjoy your play.
I’m in this for the bigger picture — long term plan.
Here to expand my mind — ain’t need no man.
If I choose you once, another can.
Adapt or die — but never a ban.
Won’t be controlled, screamed at, slammed.
Excuse me, was that my power I gave you?
Silly me! I’ll take that back now.
Oh wait you never held it.
We were just under an illusion. POW POW.
