toxic men will outsource their desires
from multiple women who cannot be glued
together into one Barbie-esque like baller
treating ‘no’ as is the game in attempt
to grasp onto a crumb or just word of
a snafu trophy they begged for
wasting so much precious time, therefore
only to end up playing a toxic game -
projecting while deflecting their own shame


they’ll boast of conquests -
yet gate-keep those fascinating deets
they’ll start flaunting the receipt of
the bomb-ass coping mechanism
i have used to subtly retreat
i redirect their hands from forcing into me
like the razored sharp spikes of fingers -
that belonged to the hands of two soulless
entities that slid the temple of my exterior
into the relentless PTSD quod of an interior

men with no morals will now and
forever project claims onto women
‘like that, wanting it’
after lack of interest or reciprocation
never once mentioning the truth
leading to happenings in the matter

after asking eleven entire times
for the slightest breath in their direction
in order to finally disgruntle her enough
into pretending to have interest
in that sort of physical stimulation

if your homie picked the lock -
so effortlessly… babe, please riddle me,
why in the world would he pretend to
slide his boy over that fictitious
unseasoned mfkn recipe?

i often pray for your daughters -
that by the time they ripen and blossom
your homeboys will learn to finally
control abnormal the sexual impulses
that have habitually surfaced below them
failing to keep in mind i never asked
for their eyes to undress me prior to
extending the opportunity to grow by
having the safety to know them with time

remembering most days
i cloak myself in 2x sweats -
not due to insecurities or regrets
rather, to seem bigger than i am
and ward off those kind of beggars
and sexualized threats

for i can’t ever begin to imagine
a baby girl of my very own -
seems like unfairly setting
an unasking soul up for offer,
as i can recall ninety percent of
my own personal unwanted advances thus far
completely treating my boundaries
as they were cows up for slaughter..

my consent was never created to slip
through egotistical hands of men,
swifter than flows of water.

© a.Soul

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