* this has gone thru so many revisions, and it is still not where i want. honestly, ive given up on it for awhile, but for this month...for the girls...it's all ours

'for alice walker'

so what was ur mother marchin for?
the rite to pack diaphragms in construction boots & crotchless panties?

the rite to burn bras on babylon's totem poles, for the price of a
carton of newports and conceals while it heals foundation...clearer
skin... reduces the signs of fine lines and wrinkles for a more
natural, healthier glow paid for w/ alimony checks supplied by daddy dearest.

what was ur mother marchin for? b/c mine aint march for shit, said my
rites were already decreed to me and i aint have to kill no babies in
order to wear my cleavage. so what was ur mother marchin for in 1960?
pink & yellow pills now available at ur OBGYN take one, same time
every day, cant nobody force us to have kids.
b/c in 1973 they lied!
ur mother wasnt marchin for dem babies, she was marchin for herself!
she aint march for the rite to say this is my choice, she marched for
the rite to say mthafka flip ur own gotdamn pork chops!
cant u see im busy???
she was marchin for the rite to say clean ur pubic hairs frum up off
of the toilet seat,

be quiet b/c my soaps are on

while ur mother thought she was marchin for dem babies in the 1st and
2nd trimesters my mama already was sayin pussy is pwr, she had the
rite to spit in public places meet u at the urinal, her uterus is
dble jointed, sit back & watch my mama piss standin up!

what was ur mother marchin for?
b/c mine was always free
she didnt need
THE MAN
SUM MAN
A MAN
ANY MAN
to tell her she shld walk in the streets baring a head full of
rollers be late for work (blk women were dispensable for their cause)
certify and collect medicaid become a part of the system built by
ANY MAN
A MAN
SUM MAN
THE MAN!
yall was in the streets when my mama was home tuckin me in coatin my
eardrums w/ wax that said "baybee u r sumbody"
so what was ur mother marchin for in silver hoops that attracted the
refrigerator magnets she utilized to post notes for ur daddy that
read "be home later, TV dinner is in the microwave, heat for 5-7
minutes"

what the fk was ur mother marchin for? to pop pink & yellow
anti-BODIES supposed to be for her-BODY side effects include but r
not limited to:
pulmonary embolism
stroke
angina pectoris
hypertension
ur mother wasnt marchin for the rite to kill her fetus
she was marchin for the rite to kill herself b/c Carl
Djerassi told her it was okay.
pink and yellow pills
the new vaginal rites enablers
fueled buses full of women
labia locked screamin

THIS IS OUR BODY!
THIS IS OUR RITE!

they werent marchin for rites to be complacent housewife, they were
marchin for rites to have consensual sex in undisclosed timeshares
to use pill
& abuse condom
utilize abortion as method of birth control
grow fibrous tumours in left breasts
cut off maimed sex-less objects chemotherapy treatments husband wont
fk u NOW but THEN u was marchin to tell him that u aint wanna fk just
yet anyway u was marchin to say

"i dont feel like it tonite"
"i got a headache"

my mama wasnt marchin in the streets w/ urs
she was busy greasin pussy pwr #9 into my follicles
HOLD UR EARS! MIND I DONT BURN U!
my mama was home listenin to nina and aretha swayin w/ daddy in the doorway
cut us w/ her backhand
when we was outta hand
showed us who had the upper hand
b/c she was the bigger woman
(but we would get there one day)
what was ur mother marchin for? my mama gave me my rites at conception.
oiled her stretch marks so they wldnt spread in my daddy's sex sweat,
told me i aint gotta stop lovin my man to be free.
she was her own rites (of passage) movement
she didnt need chocolate ice cream and
cosmopolitan clippins to know she bleeds once a month,
every month.
our kismet has been determined.

janis joplin need not chant to re-affirm the position of the nipples
on my breasts.

(tho she is a bad bitch)

i am woman w/o marchin one step
i was female when executing and masticating my first breath
my soul is the colour purple, got fuchsia umbels on magenta wingspans
my violet seeds scatter and migrate
north by southwest & embed themselves in lilac earth.
i am a fixated wisteria in a field of promenading lilies.
feminism marches, womanism stands.

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel