FOR MICHELLE

He flowed into the room
His flailing personality
Erect
And so long and large
That we could only stare
And imagine how painful a burden
something of that magnitude
had to be to carry around.
I sat with my pussy posse
a harem of horny girls
all of us
Breathless and big eyed
each of us calculating
our chances of being
the chosen one.
As the elder however
I felt compelled
to warn the more tender members
of my posse
You won't be the one to change him
So put away those dreams
of babies and manicured lawns
He's an artist just like you
He'll fuck you and leave
and you'll feel like shit
because he didn't give you the validation
you alone are responsible for giving yourself
We all want to fuck
Let's be honest
But stop lying to yourself
and waiting for love
You won't die without him
Your heart is electronically stimulated by your nervous system
It will go on beating so long as you're alive
So depend on yourself
own yourself
take pride in your art
and the catharsis performance provides you
He doesn't mean shit
He's unimportant
But you are
You are not defined by who you wake up next to
or whether or not he stays
You are a Goddess
You alone must define your autonomy.
You alone are in charge of your rapture.