Better Than You

I have been reading L.E. Bowman's " The Evolution of a Girl" this week, and can I just say gahtdamb?!
Like gahtdamb, if these poems do not resonate with me.

Out of all of them, however, this is the one I wanted to write about:

"You claim you can please me
better than anyone,
but you forget
I have a vivid imagination
and two hands of my own."

While reading this, I thought of the several times that I've been asked by dudes, once they found out I was bi, who does me better: them or women.
Now, I've only ever had sex with one woman. It was okay. Like not the best and not the worst.
But why is this a thing that some men feel like they have to ask?
Who does it better, them or the woman?
Is it a competition?
Because L. O. L. that's cute
See, what y'all don't know is that it's not a "battle between the sexes"
No, see
Who y'all are actually competing against
Is me.

Nobody knows me better than me


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The Evolution of a Girl

Anger

Today, I shared a spot of poetry that I wrote last week with my friend Pablo. They told me to publish it. 

Since we're getting all open and vulnerable again, here it is. 

How do I talk about my anger? 

My anger is sadness. 

My anger is lonely. 

My anger is how dare you say those things to me.

My anger is how dare you shut me out.

My anger is wanting to care, but not knowing how to show it. 

My anger is having all of these feelings inside

I want them to flow freely.

Who told me I had to keep them in?

My anger is vulnerable

What if I let you see my anger?

My anger is a little brown girl

My anger is little girl you're not welcome here

My anger is I belong any place where I am.

Am I here? Then I belong.

My anger is too much

My anger is a woman who has been told she is too much

But not enough

My anger is all consuming.

Because all of these things are inside me

My anger is want. 

I want to be loved

And I want to love

Freely

Openly

Without fear

But my anger is fear

Of standing up

Of standing out

Of speaking

Of loving

Of wanting

Of needing

Of being.

But I embrace that anger

I am

That anger