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Zero Fucks Given: Smash the Patriarchy

Zero Fucks Given: Smash the Patriarchy

“Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can

All the same old clichés, is it woman, is it man?

And you always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand”

Turn the Page. . . .Bob Seger

1973 and all that gender neutralizing long hair was the framework which denied access to the ever popular cult of masculinity attempting to convince a curious nine year old of traditions and belief systems which were purported to be long held tried and true allowing no option nor opportunity to question as to the why of it all as that behavior was an undesirable character flaw which occurs when the brain is aware of the assault committed during the process of its washing so that it may be shut down in all areas which do not comply with cultural homogenization are than prepped for an institutional backlash

A single cell begins it all,

Divide in two, then in four,

Replicating along the way,

A little change from one to the other,

Evolution breeds diversity.

Imagine if you will,

That first single cell,

Without any change, at all.

Where would we be, if a single cell

Was all we could be?

The illusion of sameness

Attempts to dominate,

Yet without any change,

A single cell is all we would be.

White heterosexual male, dominates,

All others are subjugated,

Becoming subordinate to the

Power of sameness.

Diversity discouraged as

A challenge to authority.

Must support Victorian regime,Âł

Must?

Restrained,

Mute

And hypocritical

That imperial prudeÂł continues

Domination through indoctrination

Of enforced binaries-

Can you say Heteronormative-

Naturally? Normally? What is normal?

Repression,

Oppression,

Reduced to silence,Âł

Speak loud,

Speak bold,

Speak proud,

Reject silence,

Resist,

Disrupt

The power of the patriarchy.

This war has gone on too long,

Final battle time is now.

A youth spent in a sea of white

Surrounded by a mythology

To end all mythologies.

Play the game, follow the rules,

For the reward, the myth is yours

Of eternal life on a fluff cloud of white

Pious father full of vengeance ready

To strike down the indecent, the obscene.

Sex, identity, orientation forced down

Two tracks, damning not the molds.

How can a mother, a father, a congregation,

Destroy their seed so young.

The cruelty of loneliness guided LeelahÂą

To a highway of no hope where the

Crushing eighteen wheels ended the pain

Of being a phase because the

White bearded man makes no mistakes.

Queer is here and brought the good

Company of Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual, Intersex,

Pan-Sexual, Asexual, Androgynous, Aromantic, + welcome

The beauty of diversity, please feel free to

Extend the invite-broaden the scope, what blinders?

Clearly see through the bullshit

Of life in a neat, tidy box.

Heterosexual-heteronormative-heteropatriarchy:

Hetero this-head so far up the ass,

Tunnel vision would be a gift.

The twenty-ninth hour, deadly consequences²

Await. Why does the good Christian

Attitude require a formal request for

A week in which Trans women and

Trans feminine people can navigate

The public sphere, without fear of death?

A one partner missionary style for life-

Serious function of reproduction

By order of a “legitimate” procreative

Couple of ignorant assholes.

Female assigned at birth

Loves the pleasure feel

As the flames of hell scorch

The sweaty flesh which

Grinds to the revolution

Of a diverse human world-

Sans a sanitized vision.

Hated,

Bitch,

Cunt,

Whore,

Feeds on the fear

Oozing

From the fucked far right.

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