Behind the transition

Lies a sense of ambiguity

Why hide behind the truth

Of what you are?

Your character becomes distorted

In the quest for an identity

Why hide

Capitalism, racism, sexism

The foundations of cock-rocking idealism

Exploiting, sucking, manipulating

The wisdom

Domesticate me

Into your ideal creation

Fondle me

When in need of attention

Brutalise me

As a target

So this ordeal we're subjected to

Is all part of being (in) love?

Two minds of intense confusion

Contained in feelings of spite and mistrust

The closer

Your pride

Why should your pride be so restricted?

Restricted to a mere fraction of this earth.

This earth from which we have all evolved.

This

Commited to a life of slavery

In the factories our own hands have built

Where we must work twice the graft

Before gaining the goods we've already

A shroud of insecurity

Surrounds me every move

Actions reflect

Upon the response they receive

A sense of insecurity

Prevents my instincts

Outright - in my thinking

And refusal in accepting

How a word so mundane as sexism

Could in some way relate to me

But as I look inside myself I see...

Opinions

Female subservience

To impervious male dominance

Male subservience to the cuntries' defence

It's

Delude yourself with the notion

That life's viewed defiantly through your eye

Subconsciously following