that face
the face men make as they’re listening to me speak:
luv eyes, completely focused on me...
body faced towards mine
knees turning inwards closer to mine
(give me some space... PLEASE!)
that sudden shift in his body,
he sits up and says:
“Damn, you got a brain too?”
DAMN.
You
Got
A
Brain
Too.
dangerous.
my loud mouth and revolutionary brain are rare
AND dangerous
as i keep speaking i see his eyes light up more and more.
this man is looking at me with luv eyes
as i sit there,
uncomfortable.
...
quien le va decir que no es mi tipo?
I know,
that my superficial attributes have you attracted to me.
poor man,
i think to myself
(because we all know, no cis man is poor)
you’d be the last of my choices
but i continue speaking,
going on about revolutionary forms of existing.
if anything,
my superficial attributes have gotten you to listen
to the mind of a free thinker and revolutionary
femme.
so,
to the doubters, our message gets out there
one way or another.
and to the men: a big heart, free thinking, intelligent femme would never settle for someone that hits them with the classic:
“damn, you got a brain too?”