my sexuality is mine

There are two sides to every coin. While we need to continue to teach our young girls the lessons of modesty and being a proper young lady, we also need to teach our young women to be secure and empowered by their femininity and the wonders, and sometimes dangers, it beholds.

From the very tip
of my curly locs,
to my rich lips,
my killer tits,
and my full hips -
my sexuality is mine to embrace
mine to assert, mine to avow,
mine to propagate, mine to allow
to overflow
and spill
and drip
and drop
into your lap
or across your lips
or simply slip
thru your fingertips
as you stupidly trip
up on your hostile intentions,
your jaded ambitions,
and your phallic pretensions.

my sexuality is mine to embrace,
not yours to disgrace,
erase, or eliminate;
hide under a religious wrap, or eradication or rights -
as if there isn't enough your anger doesn't strike.
why the hell should i always have to fight
for the strength to stand tall in the sight
of this nigga in broad day light
because if my skirt's a little too tight
and his boys happen to say, "Yo man she a'ight!",
....then later on that night,
with that henny and herb is at it's height,
he might catch me in a corner with no light,
he might try to do some shit that he know ain't right....
.....he might.....
....but i fight....
and my hostile rage sees white,
and my hot blade feels my sight,
as the knife i keep in my pocket finds its way
into this fucker's gut.....

my sexuality is mine to embrace,
and should i chose to throw it in your face
my makeup bronzed in flawless taste,
my double D's lifted, separated, draped in lace,
low rises glorify the curve of my waist.
should not my ease at being me be worthy of praise,
after centuries of battles to merely co-habitate,
and now i'm trying to trust you and me to be safe
enough in my skin to openly replace
my 1800's shackles of shame,
and 1950's apron of blame
with 2005's belly chain
that's the flash of a flame
that my sexuality's fire ignites in this place
just as it damn well should.
and I hope that it always would.

my sexuality is mine to embrace,
mine to appropriate, mine to occupy,
mine to employ, mine to utilize.
mister, mister, i must advise,
i'm well aware of how you supervise,
not by my work but with your eyes,
across my ass, and up my thighs,
telling me that i would really profit by
givin' you some of my pumpkin pie.
that's all right, i got your slice of the pie,
but don't for one second think that you monopolize
on the business of pussy peddlin and how to capitalize
on what's between a bitch's legs, and how to maximize
the marketing opportunities; so i optimize
my possibilities for advancement- i give your boss a rise-
and just for the fuck of it i do his wife on the side!
and both them mothafuckas came so hard they cried.
now my career, like your zipper, is on the rise,
and in you, i would say i sympathize -
but i don't.

my sexuality is mine to embrace,
mine to adore, mine to exalt,
mine to cherish, mine to extol,
mine to nourish, mine to exclaim,
mine to revere, mine to just love and get groovy with.

not yours.