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female rage and femme fatale
what do I have to give you?
aren't I the perfect dutiful daughter?
but if I have every moment to be freed from these chains
I'll pack up
I'll pack up and run away
I'll pack up, never turning back
what do I have to owe you?
here's what I have
my own blood and soul
drink it up,
and understand it comes strong
tinted by lethal poison infused with resentment
what do they see in this fair maiden?
but someone fuming with the female rage
know that I'll rip and strip borne from desire
to overthrow these bastards out of power
oh, you like a sweet docile dumb bitch, didn't you?
bring out that Filipina smile, would you?
wait until that Filipina pierced you sharp without flinching
and that aroma of her charisma comes bleeding
not from a hot, passionate Hispanic red temper
but from a hardened, black-and-blue Austronesian reckoning
she'll perfect every form if she must
brings out the winsome smile if she will
but she'll get what she wants
even if it means standing still
man down,
Western man, shut that mouth, cease your futile ammunition
by the time I have you by the throat
and you'd choke
I'd see your concession
of all the things you've stolen
from me
here's your assertive Filipina
can you handle that?
fuckin’ wimp
don't ever come near me by your self-justifying patriarchy
I wasn't born and raised to be your submissive pussy
don't tell me what to do
don't tell me I shouldn't see my friends
don't tell me what to wear
and don't ever tell me I'm nothing without you
dumbass
I'm everything until your covetous self comes around
do you want to steal this thunder?
here,
eat the crumbs I feed you
my darling white man
you like it when she's not thinking, isn't it?
you like me dumb
you like me available
for your loser Asian fetish
you'd lavish me whole
by some white plate Michelin
somewhere at a posh BGC
I'd call you my American man
for your hundred dollar bill
lovely
I'd call you my Australian man
‘cause I saw you next to your tanned Pinay chick
damn shit, I grinned, babe
she really loves you rich
with money
you like that with them?
while they're MAGA like you?
‘cause you love your docile Pinay
and she loves you fat in belly and in purse
babe, where's my autonomy?
really? dear babe, where's my agency?
oh white man, let me pander to you
here's my I love yous
thousand dollar bill, you better have it
drop that bag, you better show it
if you ask me not to think
you pay for it
traditional wife, ain’t she fine?
she cooks you adobo
and you eat like an entitled swine
raise your voice, try to yell
remind the days of your first wife’s living hell
you don’t like the soy sauce
you don’t like adobo
it’s slimy, it’s disgusting
like your face
you hate a nasty bitch, you hate every woman like this
‘cause what you listen to is a misogynist
by the name Andrew Tate, and MAGA stints
where’s the money, baby?
in the military?
♦♦♦
at the knock of opportunity
I present my feet in front of its door
with tigthened knuckles, I’d punched the gatekeeper’s jaw
and strode forth, never knowing if the gatekeeper tumbled
down, out for slumber
across the threshold, behold what it presents
in for the money, take ‘em by the pound
rack the rags, make a run for it
hey, it's me, what could you be waiting for?
we got ‘em
I got them
mano a mano
up par to beat
inch by inch
never wince—ha!—never be minced
I pack by millions, you stack the hurdle twice a hundred
I pull up, I withdraw my spade
in this house of cards, one flip is all it takes
have this house wreck in shambles
I smell every loophole of a challenge like a wolf smelling fear
I taste the scent of reward and advantage like a shark tracing blood
and I hunger power of those I wanted like a hyena feasting a fresh meat
I watch and observe like a vulture
swirling above the arid soil, below the scorching sun
when I see a man defeated, I peck both his eyes and relish
it’s been a long time coming, boy
conditioned are you by society,
undone from your rigid ideals
spit your toxic masculinity now
you can't hold it in forever
unless I'd break you into two
and witness how your state of mind unfold
bewildered and repressed
like your vulnerability, your insecurities and your issues
watching you cold when you recoil
curling and clutching on to your gut
to what felt like a blow
not by me
but by your helplessness
when those you believe in
are mere illusions it leaves you nothing
if loneliness leaves you bruised forever…
carry on, don't lock the opportunity
don't wait for me to raid when I make space
don't deny me now of entry
unless you want me to bomb and storm your gate when I lose my patience
I look ahead, I indulge the swaying wind
it smells like a direction, ahead, its terrain are my yard now
even by elevation, they're nothing but a hike
the horizon, I claim the chance
If I have them, I can and I will
never expect me to apologize, my good sir
never expect me to compromise my space for you
give way or I'll find somewhere else
one way or another,
when it’s earned by my respect
do so, you'll be a fool not to recognize it
