Miss Understood

I don't have kids
but poetry is my baby
So when I lactate
it’s to attack hate
but

All I get is irate
responses

Get this
I'm a lesbian
so all of a sudden

"I hate men"

Come again?

I got a father and a brother
and my past is checkered
with one or two lovers

When my womb is my brain
and my heart is my pen
I'll re write every rhyme
in time
just so it can be reincarnated and
born again

Birthed from my essence
without sin
prolific and magnificent

No offence meant
I'm heaven sent and earthbound
and she's the only one
who don't turn my upside down

No phallic false hood
Love always,

Miss Understood