Scratch that, I want a revolutionary chick.
A bitch is an insult, a sexist, derogative, and dividing term.
The suppression of women, it reaffirms.
Not too skinny and not too thick.
Open-minded, emphatic, and not repressed.
One who’s secure with herself and willing to get undressed.
Not scared of society’s judgement.
Appeasing her natural inclinations responsibly and doesn’t
mind opening her mouth and spreading her legs.
Not afraid of discontinuing the fertilization of her egg
cause it’s her body, her choice.
If she makes that mistake, in the end, it’s her voice.
She takes control of her sexual power, not a whore, but a lover.
Does it consciously because she enjoys it
not to get attention or to submit,
to a man who sees her only as a sperm depository.
But a woman who chooses wisely in her decisions. Not controlled by any religious doctrines.
A chick who keeps the lights on during sex.
Makes sure she protects
herself and makes him wear latex.
Doesn’t cover herself in shame,
but allows her lover to appreciate her body in acclaim!
A revolutionary chick that’s NOT into women’s rights,
but one who’s into human rights.
A chick that’s NOT a feminist,
but a humanist.
A hippie chick who says fuck the system
But still shaves her armpits in custom.
she can’t be revolutionary
and still smell delicious,
with her skin basking in its softness.
One who can love without conditions
Doesn’t mind where my dick’s in.
So long as we base us on honesty, respect, and love.
Relates without the relationship, far above
any jealousy issues.
Or sexual and religious taboos
Not obsessed with superficial things
Like coach bags, name brand clothing, and expensive earrings.
We can talk about Fuller, Sagan, Joseph, and Fresco.
Do what we can to alleviate the pains in the ghetto.
You appreciate Mother Nature
and understand the values of our culture
need to change somehow.
Or pollution, war, hunger, and poverty, we will allow.
Oh revolutionary chick, oh revolutionary chick,
You are not another brick
in the wall.
The fervor and compassion you carry leave me enthralled.
Your mind is open like the petals of a flower in blossom.
So young physically, but old in wisdom.
You create revolutions not only in my mind but in my boxers.
Leaving me satisfied and flustered.
You aren’t Democratic nor Republican,
But an educated woman.
You realize they are two heads to the same monster
Who sell the people out for the corporate vulture.
You say fuck Halliburton, Monsanto, BP
You say fuck NAFTA, World Bank, and the IMF enemies!!!!
When you talk to God
You say, “oh God!”
And not in the church but on my bed.
With your legs widespread
Creating a love and joy so intense
that our togetherness conceives a new life sequence;
a new big bang, new atoms, a new solar system.
Together we are life’s rhythm.
I’ll see you my revolutionary bitch.
I mean my revolutionary chick.
I’ll see you at the next protest and anti-war rally,
or the farmer’s market or organic grocery.
I want a revolutionary chick.
Join me and I’ll be your revolutionary dick.
***THIS POEM WAS PUBLISHED IN THE SAN DIEGO READER (VOL 40, #51) ON DEC, 22, 2011. IT WAS ALSO PUBLISHED IN THE ONLINE VERSION***
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