A poem about female sexuality




My liberation was not built

As a play pen

For your dreams

Don't give you access to my pleasures

Ad hoc and duty free

Do not think my heart and mind

Are not important, secondary

No, remember this sweet nothing

My liberation's not for thee


I wear my heart and my sex

Draped upon my sleeve

Yet some of yall seem to think

That i am brash and too feisty

Until you want it for yourself

In whatever ways you feel

Touch it feel it hold it own it

But only momentarily

Cos deep down

Where truth resides

I think that what this really means

Is that i am but a dolly

With a button and a key

No, remember this sweet nothing

My liberation ain't for thee


Wanna fetishize my freedoms

Lick the flesh of fantasy


Eroticise - the vessel

That you see

You see that lioness, sat regal

Yet without the claws n teeth

You see that goddess, in me able

Yet compliant with your needs

But you failed to see the woman


To respect me

Didn't bother reading the book love

Don't get to watch it on TV

No, my liberation was not built sweet love

For he or thee....


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(S)llew la Wulf
(S)llew la Wulf

Yet another artist screaming (colourfully) into the void. I like to dance. I write. I do self portraiture and i draw... I cover topics ranging from racial bias to female sexuality to capitalism to rape culture and of course, love ❤️


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