Written by T.R.Augie
“She don’t wanna be no girl”
“So you’re like the man in the relationship?”
“All you need is some makeup and heels that’ll make you the woman we feel.”
No one celebrates the woman I see
because they think I don’t love the woman in me
They believe I am somehow confused about my femininity
thinking I want to hide my 40Ds
Just because I don’t push them up and out
doesn’t mean I don’t know what being a woman is about
You see I’m UNSUNG
Define woman for me
people seem to confuse femininity for anatomy
constantly I’m persecuted because people focus on what they see
believing I don’t know the kind of woman I want to be
Men engage me in conversation
most of ’em hell bent on sick shit like conversion
Women accuse me of confusion
Under a cloud of male delusion
Tell me I’m an illusion?
Who the hell are you to come to that conclusion?
You see I’m UNSUNG
Apparently, I’m not woman enough
to seek solace among my sisters
Either too dangerous or intimidating
to have a true friend among my misters
So many plots against me, feels so sinister
You see I’m reviled on Facebook, Twitter, and stages like this
Women get 50 comments, retweets, or snaps when spit some sad Agg dis
Just because you always pick 0s
I get treated like this?
You see I’m UNSUNG
The Mis-education of so many in my community
We’re not allowed to be apart of their lesbian unity
See we’ve become the new scapegoat
And let me quote,
“Studs ain’t shit,”
“As a lesbian you just don’t fit”
“Girl where all the good ones at”
“I’m gonna find a femme; I ain’t got time for that”
Bitter ass women who chose wrong,
Blame me for their pre-existing conditions
Got me on some captain-save-hoe mission
You see I’m UNSUNG
Because we have the courage NOT to conform
Because we live outside the female norm
Because how we define OUR beauty
Has nothing to do with how skinny jeans fit our booty
Because we rock comfy tennis shoes
rather than overpriced Jimmy Choos
No one to sing our praises
No hi-fives or hand raises
We don’t get a, “you run the world”
Not even a, “go head girl”
Being real
What you see is what you get
No bodyvshapers to make my clothes fit
You see I’m UNSUNG
Contrary to popular belief
It’s not easy pimpin’ or playa
to be demonized, misunderstood, accused,
or constantly compared to confused
Before you keep puttin’ Studs, Butches, Doms, and Aggs down
walk a day in these Chuck Taylor tennis shoes
And see how it feels to be UNSUNG
This poem was originally published by T.R. Augie on September 18, 2011. We re-published it here with permission.
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That’s a deep poem, articulately written, however there is definitely some confusion, maybe not with the person who wrote this but a lot of studs walk around trying to copy the male roles calling one another bro, nugga, my dude, wanting their partner to call the Zaddy or the kid’s to call them daddy or pop🤦♀️they wear their pants sagging & some even walk outside with their straps on🤦♀️and then they claim they’re intouch with their feminine side, but don’t want their women to touch them sexually!
Yes it seems like it’s about perception and most studs definitely want to be considered masculine, dominant & in charge and think if they let their guard down in private it’s being vulnerable and a disrespect to their ego!🤦♀️lml🤣smdh
Just be yourself, unapologetically bc you can’t water fake flowers! 💯💜ijs🏳️🌈
This poem is EVERYTHING! Thank you for staying true to the STUDS!