Published on Jan 31, 2013
I'm Parisa Jean E. This is a poem I wrote.
Here are the words, if you somehow missed half of them with how fucking slow I talk.
if you ask a white girl if she wants a drink,
chances are she'll say:
do you have diet coke?
because this is the 21st century and if you're not skinny than you're not dainty.
and if you're not dainty, then you're fat and if you're fat, then you're not a lady and if you're not a lady then
the straight white boys won't fuck you because they like their ladies to be bitches and their bitches to be dainty.
but don't worry.
because there's hope
in the fags
who are scared of being shoved into a closet and beaten til dead. the fags might fuck you,
because they don't want to die.
but then there's the fags who aren't afraid of death
and so they get out of that fucking closet
and stay out
but then in Maryland, Nebraska, New York, North Carolina, California, and every fucking where else
they are beaten til dead.
if you ask a white boy what he wants to eat chances are he'll say:
anything with meat
because real men eat meat
except be careful how you say it
because someone might think you mean cock and then they'll think you're a fag
and nobody wants to be a fag
because fags fuck fat girls.
sometimes straight boys are fags too they hug
or hold hands
and they laugh
but only when people are watching because they can laugh about being fags by showing that they know what it means. but they don't.
but everyone laughs anyway.
but not at them
because they're just messin' around.
if you ask a white boy what he wants to eat he also might say:
and then burst with laughter
because a man knows what he wants and when he wants it
and the girls laugh too
because self-esteem is so 2003, when kelly clarkson came out with Miss Independent her lead single from her first album
and every little girl sang it into her hairbush
and stuck her nose up at the boys who called her names.
but now we earn our self-esteem when we're 13 by sucking dick
in the garage of the 18 year old boys who used to play on the same football team
as our brothers
'damn girl feels like you've done this before'
they say and grabs our tits
and once they cum
there's a pause and an 'umm'
as we stand up to wipe our mouths
and await the flattery
that will not doubt become
our sense of who we are and who we're better than. 'you're hot as fuck'
i'll drink to that.
'can i get a diet coke?'