:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Sunday, December 04, 2005 ::

Like I said, this is the extended version of "It's Up To You." Original and unedited, this was the poem I wrote for FemSex's final project assignment. For more poetry, check out my blog here.

It’s Up To You – Extended

Let me tell you, you aren’t alone,
I hope you know I can’t condone the terrible injustices that’ve been sown by
Monsters who can’t keep their hands to themselves.

First of all, as a heterosexual man,
I must admit I have a plan to
Drink and flirt and get up women’s skirts and make them cream til it almosts hurts, but if I’m ever hurting you, please tell me stop.
I’ll only do what you want me to do,
But I mean if it’s you I’m ready to screw, but if you don’t think you’re into me,
I’ll totally listen to your plea for me to cease and desist because I realize that if you resist
these actions simply cannot persist.

You see, I hope you know that I know that
no means NO,
Not some masked attempt that you're ready to go,
although if your fields wanna be ploughed make sure you tell me so
and verbalize that you wanna go.
But there really is a fine line between hooking up drunk at a party
and then using wine to get girls to give it up,
Cuz frankly, pushing women to drink more just so you can feel her up adn then get some more is FUCKED UP.

One more quick confessional, I don't want to lie,
I have played the part as the rebound guy. Even though at the time you were down with it, still after the fact I feel like shit, cuz
I know that your body said "yes," but your heart said "no,"
But as soon as you said "okay," I was like:
Green light=go!
If you just needed a hook up that's super and great, but if I
Made you feel like and ass, please feel free to verbally berate.

But enough about me and how I've been an ass, let's get to the point I talked about last. We need to re-educate society as a whole:
Women aren't just signs that say "Insert Here" with a hole.
Women are people.
Didn't catch that? I'll say it again.
Women are individuals that don't belong to men.
I have friends that have been raped, I don’t want to gain anymore, but it’s hard when the national rate is one women in four.

So why do you do it? Seriously? What part of RESPECT can't you just see?
And for all you molesters and rapists, keep your fucking appendages to yourself. I hope someone cuts off your dick and shoves it into your fucking mouth.

Patriarchy is just so wrong, what happened to equality? Why does your social status lie on whether your stand or sit when you pee?
See, we need to step it up and let people know
This is NOT okay, women don't deserve to be abused in any way, no matter what you say.
A woman's body belongs to hersef, she's master of her domain.
Men who think they own their wives and daughters make me fucking insane!

But women's liberation is about equality, not the oppression of men. So then realize that it's not where you've been, it's about the fact that people are genetically kin, so when you you realize ISMS are fucked up,
Sexism, racism, don't drink from the cup given to you by conservatives with their own deep issues, trying to make underprivledged people cry into tissues.
Homophobia and ableism I fucking can't stand, all you sexists and racists,
I'd be happy to backhand.

By changing our speech, it's something little we can change.
It's a lot easier than me trying to sing way out of my vocal range. Strange,
How people can still say "cunt" like it's something atrocious,
But then again I'm a 20 year-old male, so is that a bit precocious?
But fuck tradition, it's based on patriarchy;
Stop saying I'm "gay" when you have a problem with me.
Can you see how language reinforces hate? It can closet shame and break down people to a state of tired eyes and red wrists, this must stop I do insist.

So please, grow your wings, find your dreams, LOVE YOURSELF and FLY, forget grounding yourself, step off into the sky. So real quick, come count with me, we'll count in triplets, starting with three:
3, 6, 9, 12....

Fifteen is the age of a Thai girl who lives in a brothel.
Fifteen is that age of a Filipina who stands outside a bar offering twelve dollar blowjobs. Fifteen is the number of men twelve year old girls have to sleep with nearly 365 days a
year, selling themselves eighteen hours a day.
This has to stop. This has to stop. This has to stop.

Racial and gender divisions still chill me to the core:
why do we have to go and try and segregate some more?
By creating the "other" tears rain onto the floor, no more,
I know it's a chore but let's suck it up, let's GO! We have to arms ourselves,
but yes I know, it’s true it’s tough, not easy but rough,
But I like it rough, with silk scarves and handcuffs, and ..

Gags in the mouths of women everywhere, sexual abuse and tears mat down their hair, where? Right here, in this country and others, family selling sisters, not brothers, human trafficking the newest rad fad, it’s sad the state some people live. And first world nations perpetuating the trade, and the shuffle of sex slaves.
Taking women from native ethnic enclaves cuz they think that the rest of the world doesn’t care, it’s not fair, that its mostly people with dark hair that get sold, bought, inducted into the sex trade, or are maids, getting paid just enough to get by. But it seems they still live under the poverty line, cuz lies, bribes, plain kidnapping, take advantage of women and children caught napping.

So here is my plea:
Respect yourself ANd others, realize by genes we're closer than father and daughter, the slaughter needs to end, it depends on all of us to give voices back after blatant attacks on people;
Human beings.
They're people, not things.
The screams of the abused rings in my head, I see visions of those hollow inside, they breathe but are dead, they’ve died, Let’s try and change this, revolutionize your mind, leave prejudices behind in the wake, and shake these crimes against women.

See, I’d like to be swimmin’ in the nape of your neck,
And when I get a kiss I hope it’d be more than a peck,
But it’s up to you.
It’s up to you to make a difference in life,
So whether you’re after a husband or a wife, I challenge
You
To battle the system.
Think of all the fallen mothers, daughters, and sisters; women.

I’d like to be swimming in the nape of your neck..

It’s up to all of us to take a stand

If I get a kiss
Raise your voice to the heavens

If you want to…

Give me more than a peck,
Make a difference,

It’s up to you.

:: Rick Kitagawa 3:25 PM [+] ::
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