Poetry Series – War on Sexuality

Some days I write to keep up the habit of writing. I never want to forget again how good it feels just to get things out. Other days, I write because if I don’t the words will explode from me as a shout.

I’ve been fighting myself for a while now on the topic of sexuality. I have a lot of dysfunction around it, a lot of damaging beliefs that I’m trying to rewrite into healthy ones. I spent a lot of time blaming myself for the role I’ve let it play in my life but the more I look around, even at the best people I know, I see we’ve just been fed this toxicity throughout our lives as a point of control.

War on Sexuality

Women are reduced to their ass and their tits
We get mad at men, say they’ve got a little dick
We use sex as control, a point to manipulate
Fuck, I learned I’ve got that power, even overweight
Our victims are getting younger, dropping in age
not sure if cause or correlation explains my rage
How do we keep looking away, turning a blind eye
as the over-sexualization in our culture is leaving souls to die
he said I can’t watch this movie. She’s a kid. When she grew up, I saw her tits.
See, even the person I love most can make my stomach turn queasy, leave me feeling so uneasy.
Some days my own skin feels like the enemy.
I picture peeling it off, wonder if people will finally see what’s hiding inside of me

And on the topic of love,
I couldn’t unsee the prostitution in having a sugar daddy,
even if I’m not putting out the time spent seems pathetic and saddening.
I shut down, backed out every time we were supposed to talk money.
Something about being paid for showing love just seemed funny.
I didn’t realize the problem was that I couldn’t remove that factor.
I couldn’t desensitize myself to love when sexuality is what they were after.
Women are reduce to their ass and their tits
Men left to feel that without something to buy them, they’re worthless.
And me, I can’t keep living in this pleasure centric world without saying these words, every day now I find myself more desperate to be heard.

Much love, until next time.