Natural Queen
poem/screed about female beauty standards
My natural body's a sin to mankind...
It's hairy in places that men do not like.
Sorry, I'm a grown woman,
Not a Chia pet for trimmin',
Wax your balls then you can tell me how to do my bikini line.
/
I got rolls, stretchmarks, cellulite,
Things that Cosmo says aren't right.
"Try this diet,
Try this lotion,
Try this cream to make your pussy tight."
/
I have just one suggestion...
Can we stop doing shit just to please men?
My body ain't a vending machine,
You don't get to choose from A and B,
I'm choosing to be me, a natural queen.
/
I'm gonna do my fucking workouts...
Gonna shake my fat ass while you flip out...
Gonna take up space,
Smile at your rage,
While your girlfriend eats me out.
/
Just admit that you're into me,
You hate it because I think you're nasty,
Not in the good way,
More like the white hood way,
This misplaced blame makes me think you're faschie.
/
I have just one suggestion...
Can we stop doing shit just to please men?
My body ain't a vending machine,
You don't get to choose from A and B,
I'm choosing to be me, a natural queen.
/
2026,
It's the year of the unhinged bitch.
I'm not masking,
Open attacking,
Any man who gives me shit.
I don't care if you're cute,
The shit you're saying is fucking stupid...
It's misogynistic to think,
These beauty standards should influence
Our cultures, creeds,
Our emotional needs,
Only feeds consumerist greed,
And gives money to the pedo elites.
/
I have just one suggestion...
Can we stop doing shit just to please men?
My body ain't a vending machine,
You don't get to choose from A and B,
I'm choosing to be me, a natural queen.
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Most Queens do things to please themselves. Some people has not learn that the road to happiness is to please yourself.