cracked sesame

I woke up to a patriarchy and fell asleep to a patriarchy I found out my house had cameras on potential culprits, which possibly seeds an intent for culprits to cultivate in the first place I nurtured my heart, I soothed my body I walked out to a calloused world of salesmen and pitches of tents from homelessness and tents of erected trousers, I wanted no more of it my peripherals blocked the pain my fear said otherwise my silent shield had let down it’s temperment and I felt a graze from a strange man “is this what I get for relaxing for fifteen?” I asked myself I sterned my words He replied is guised regard I left my tin can in the parking garage, freed my body from the come down and ran across the street to my urban fortress Overzealously waving to a squad car, I forgot my petite demeanor was an open invite for more penetration policed at my own doorstep, erecting into the foyer, erecting their questions about my home-womb.  “What’s the door code?” he asked. “I’m a cop” he followed “I’m not gonna give you the door code” I replied If there was one thing I was going to have my say in, it would be this I wokeup to the patriarchy, and I fell asleep to the patriarchy At least this time, I knew when to say no

i'm gonna baptize my body like a baby in the new year and have fluid feelings perched from my lips forever creating a conduit between us so we never have to play catchup anymore