Sometimes - I don’t know why - But I sit down - And I cry.
The pain/pressure/anguish/anger These too great for words, this I can’t deny. Why can’t they/you/them/her/him/all of you, just let me be me, the only person who I am supposed to be, someone/something other than ‘just pretty’, someone/something outspoken and full of personality/originality/just me. It’s because I’m not one of those men?!? I just don’t under-stand!
If I had a penis - You would see me/hear me/listen to me You would not dis-criminate against me. I would not constantly be stereotyped, just allowed to live my life. If I had a penis - I could actually accomplish great/grand/amazing things, without fighting a battle of wanting/needing/having to win. If I had a Penis - I would be recognized! Not judged by my tiny size, The quality of my physique, or even my big bold beautiful brown Angela eyes. If I had a Penis - You would ignore the cleavage of my chest, you would dis-regard my perky white voluptuous breasts. You would pay no attention to my size/my hips/my ass or my thighs, you would never fanta-size about my long blond hair (so fair), You would never - ever - be the cause of my streaming tears. If I had a penis - You would listen to me, that is a guarantee! You would take me seriously, not insult or criticize me! You would treat me like a hu-man, (not just a pretty little wo-man) This I comprehend/under-stand!
But I don’t (have a penis)– oh well – no problem – I’ll get by – even though they/you/him/her and you constantly judge me by my tiny size/my thighs/my ass/my eyes, my (fair) hair/my (fair) skin, the size of my chest/my breasts/my legs . Keep looking, whatever! Keep criticizing, whatever! I love being a woman anyway – but still, sometimes, I wish I had a penis!!!
Angela Gegg page 63 - 64 from The Light, The Dark and Everything In bewteen track 9 Spoken Word Poetry from Belize CD
These lustrous sinful thoughts Are they learned or are they taught While tormented in this world of hell These demons corrupt and freely swell A powder white and dark as night To wish and wonder as we take flight So smooth and sultry, can't you tell It deludes your being, taught and well To blow these fears far and away We call for it to here and stay It masks the fears so freely felt Controlled by terms of longer guilt To cut and slice to line it all Will rise these lines from short to tall Let it drip down to below Away my fears will far and blow.
Angela Gegg Page 25 from The Light, The Dark, and Everything In Between
Does the sound of my voice bother you? Or do the words I speak offend you?
Is it because I'm a woman?
Or is it because I AM A WOMAN!
One who should be pretty and sweet, One who shouldn't speak, - much "Oh Fuck"! I did it again, I said it again… - ooopsy - I used the 'F' word "How Absurd"! (Is that what you would say?)
Well, I would be inclined to say that the sound of my voice along with the words of my choice And lets not forget the fact That I AM a womam, all bothers you (Is this true?)
Angela Gegg Page 7 from "THE LIGHT, THE DARK, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN"
