by Nina Mariah Donovan
I'm a Nasty Woman. Not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in cheeto dust. Not as nasty a man who is a diss track to America. From Back to broken Back he's stomped on, his words are just more white noise ruining this national anthem. I'm not as nasty as confederate flags being tattooed across my city; maybe the south actually is going to rise again Or maybe it never really fell Because we're still drowning in vanilla coated power Slavery has just been reinterpreted into the prison system Black lives are still in shackles and graves just for being black in front of people who see melanin as animal skin Tell me of a decade that didn't have traces of white hoods burning up our faith in humanity. I'm not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag And I didn't know that devils could be resurrected but I feel Hitler in these streets A mustache traded in for a Toupee The Nazis renamed The Cabinet Conversion therapy the new gas chamber, Shaming and electrocuting the gay out of America turning rainbows into suicide notes. I'm not as nasty as racism, or fraud, or homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, white privilege, ignorance, or misogyny Not as nasty as trading girls like pokemon before their bodies have even evolved. Not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol Like wet dreams infused with your own genes. But yeah! I'm a nasty woman. A phunky Crusty Bitchy Loud Nasty woman. Not as nasty as the combo of Trump and Pence being served into my voting booth, But I'm nasty like the battles women fought to get me in that voting booth. Nasty like the fight to close the wage gap. Nasty like conversations trying to remind people there is such thing as a wage gap. Tell me that this is only because women usually go into lower paying fields. So why did last year's top actresses make less than half of what the top actors did? Do you realize that the World Cup shelf of the U.S. men's soccer team is as empty as Trump's promises But the women's team has scored three World Cups, In 2015, brought in 20 million more dollars in revenue than the men's team, but is still paid 75% less? See even when women go into high paying careers, their wages are still cut with blades sharpened by testosterone. Tell me why the work of a black woman and a hispanic women is only worth 63 and 54 percent of a white man's privileged paycheck? This is not a feminist myth; this is inequality. So we are not here to be debunked We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty like blood stained bedsheets. In case you forgot, women don't choose when or if they get their periods! Trust me, if could we would! We don't like throwing away our favorite pairs of underwear! But men can choose to not have sex And they know how to live without a full head of hair, so why are tampons and pads still taxed, but Viagra and Rogaine isn't? Is your erection really more important than protecting the messy parts of my womanhood? Is the thinning of your hair really more embarrassing than the period-staining of my jeans? I know it seems petty to complain about a few extra cents But it's just the finishing touch on a pile of change I have yet to feel in this country. So don't try to justify our injustices with excuses that smell like your security when you're walking alone to the bathroom or your car or down the street. Security my eyes have yet to see Their too busy praying to my feet So you don't mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact I've been zipping up my smile so you don't think I want to unzip your jeans. I know you forget to examine the reflection of your own privilege You may be afraid of the truth But I'm not afraid to be honest I'm not afraid to be nasty Yeah I'm nasty like the struggle of women still beating equality into the world, because our rights have been beaten out of us for too long. And our fight will continue to embody our nastiness. I'm nasty like red, white, and blue bruises. Nasty like Elizabeth, Amelia, Rosa, Eleanor, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle. Our mothers, our sisters, us sisters are all nasty like history And our pussies ain't for grabbing They're for reminding you that our walls are stronger than America's ever will be. They're for birthing new generations of Filthy Vulgar Bossy Brave Proud Nasty women. So if you a nasty woman say hell yeah.
