her

her 1.12.15
i am such a feminist
she says
i have slept with 12 men

were they human beings,
to you? or objects,
conquests for you to
use?

it was years gone
i heard those words
we were smoking hash
her and i
keeping company
in the void
of heartache

how does it mater
how many men
i have been
with?
or not.

equality is not measured
in fucks or notches
on the bed post
but in respect and
opportunity
by what is given
not what is taken

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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