I became like her—
When she denied me access
To conversations, speeches, and yes.
When she blocked me from her private, precious zone,
Unable to love her tenderness,
I decided to love with love I felt alone.
Since I was denied her body stripped bare,
A beauty unbelievable, I found different ways to care.
Since I can no longer intimately commune with her mouth,
I please myself in the wide south.
Unable to ravish her privately, with poems, jokes, and drinks,
I now ignore what everyone blabs about, or thinks.
I have become like a girl,
Protected, quaint, in habits and routines,
Safe from male chemicals and male machines.
I live in comfort, where the weak and protected live,
Comfortable. Safety now, is what I have, and give.
I study, to be, in my mind, a girl,
Where being and becoming are things I miss.
I am a girl; it really is as easy as this:
The velvet cushion, the somersault,
Heavenly calm in the private zone—
Belonging to no one,
Not even love, which now is mine, and mine, alone.