Title – Take It
Ale le le le.
Take it, take it, take it.
Oops-take it, take it, take it.
Aww, sweet-
someone’s sister—take mine too.
Sister of someone-
give a little, hand it over.
I take hers, she takes mine-
equality in the flesh market’s
cruel ledger.
Lust, vulgar desire,
hunger, thirst,
innocence, grossness-
it’s all right here.
Something is definitely happening here;
these people aren’t here for nothing.
But whatever is happening
isn’t right either.
If I lack the power of a king,
does character not still entitle me?
And she says:
if I lack physical strength,
will respect not still find me?
Big fish swallow small fish whole-
no questions about gender asked.
Idiots bicker over masculinity and feminism
while the current carries them under.
No one pauses to grow what they lack-
everyone just runs from it.
Come on, brothers of sisters.
Life has slaughtered me,
dragged me down a long road,
beaten me to pulp
time and time again-
and the ledger remains open.
You can’t close it on me.
I still have a moral spine,
coarse as gravel under bare feet,
crude as dawn’s unfiltered light.
