she fucked 1,245 men in a day
they called it empowerment
i call it a goddamn endurance test
with a participation trophy
and a yeast infection
feminism?
sure.
if you can sell it
if you can pose for it
if you can fuck it
and file a tax return after
they say women are free now
but I’ve seen more chains in lace
than I ever did in iron
the old chains told you what you were
these new ones
whisper it
in the middle of the night
while you scroll, naked
trying to be wanted
by strangers
who wouldn’t stop to piss on you
if you were on fire
patriarchy?
at least it was honest
it said: “you’re mine.”
now it says:
“you’re free to degrade yourself
however you see fit”
and sends you a promo code for lube
this isn’t revolution
it’s rebranding
with lipstick, hashtags, and a ring light
everyone’s selling their soul
some just get better lighting
i miss the women
who didn’t have to prove anything
didn’t need 1,245 pricks
to feel something
didn’t scream liberation
while crying after
the 8th faceless man
and another fake orgasm
but what the hell do i know
i’m just a recovering drunk of 24 years
I guess sobriety is watching freedom
take its clothes off
for tips…equality, my ass.