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Enough

Enough

I'm tired of being your pastime
Somebody to do until someone better comes along

The for right now girl
The one who isn't imagined in the future
My role as an adventure
A cool chick
But not someone for a commitment
The fun one, the raw one
The doncha wish your girlfriend was just like one
But not the girlfriend kinda one

And when I'm in the paper
And when you hear me on the radio
Or you see me on the TV
You can say to your friends

That used to be MY GYAL
or I know her
or I dated her
or I fucked her
or she was crazy about me
or she loved me

And when they ask you
“Why not anymore?”
What will you say?
She wasn't spontaneous enough
Underneath a building
In an alleyway
In the rain
Or she wasn't open enough
In high heels
Full body fishnet
Kama Sutra oil
Or she wasn't enough
Simultaneous orgasms
Good, game, and giving
Pushing personal boundaries

Where will you find what's right here, in one woman?

'Cause only you won't see it
Heard it so many times, it's like a mantra
“He didn't know how good he had it”
But someday this woman will be enough for one man
And one good man is all I need.



4:05am 19 November 2009 on school trip to Dangriga, bus on Hummingbird Highway
Should have listened to my second thoughts then... a pre-exorcism poem...

God Is Not a Woman

She would not have permitted Her daughters to suffer so
She would not have made a tree of knowledge and forbade Her sister from partaking
She would not have punished Her women for expressing their sexuality
Permitted chastity belts, public stoning, and clitoral circumcision

She would not have created those in Her image to be tormented by unrealistic standards of beauty
To be ravaged by anorexia and bulimia
Disfigured by binding shoes and devices
Molded by girdles and push up bras
Mutilated by a plastic surgeon’s knife

She would not allow the companion She made for us
To impregnate us and then abandon
To make us feel shame
To dominate us
To brutalize us with his fist, his foot, his penis

She would not have made us the spoils of wars and the souvenirs of serial killers
She would not have allowed our fathers, and uncles, and cousins, and brothers, and neighbors, and priests to destroy our innocence

And She would not have allowed us to pick up where our men left off
Abusing our sons and daughters
Rejecting our mothers
Scratching the eyes out of our sisters

No, God, is most definitely NOT a woman

6:02am bus to Dangriga – Garifuna Settlement Day (19 Nov 2009) school trip