Women tell me I am biting but men always tell me they don’t bite.
I shouldn’t have to explain this: I have teeth. Biting is a requirement to eat.
I eat souls. Scavenge pieces broken and swallow them whole.
How many licks to the center of an orgasm?
I have yet to meet a man who knows.
Women tell me I am biting. Men say that’s okay.
I want to be a woman who takes her time. Who chews things into pieces.
I master tastebuds. I master faceplants. I only black girl dance.
How many questions to the center of the truth?
I have yet to ask enough.
Women tell me I am biting. Men are worse.
They smile when they say words like “lady”
I don’t wanna be a lady, I wanna be a woman marked with color
I wanna be a woman made of stone.
I don’t mind being called hard.
Women tell me I am biting. Men avoid me like the plague.
Am I supposed to remember the names of men I only laughed with once?
Am I supposed to follow all of them on twitter and instagram?
Why should I have to respond to LinkedIn messages about the taste of my cum?
How many job offers do you hide in your profile?
Don’t ask me about mines.
Women tell me I am biting.
I hope that I am.