2 of 4 - Oh the Power of Ecosexual Poetry! - My Genderless Love - Yemisi Ilesanmi

MY GENDERLESS LOVE!

I don’t walk straight

Not even for the bait

 I am merry yet not gay

 I am bi and I can bay

 But saying goodbye

Is not my hallmark

Yet you all smack

Like I always play

Our goal is acceptance

Where is the tolerance

I am not gay enough

To be enfolded

Not sufficiently lesbian

To be embraced

Do I even talk Trans

Can’t brace the rants

You preach diversity

As community necessity

Yet you sneer

While I leer

When in the mall

Yes I want it all

With the dick

I play and lick

And the boobs

Makes me smooch

The big breasted

Leaves me besotted

With the hermaphrodite

I am a smitten Aphrodite

With the pussy

I get all fussy

The shaven sight

To suckle all night

The pert bums

Makes me bowl

The bouncy balls

I love to maul

With the Pecs

I need no specs

I am bisexual, not a player

So don’t make me a slayer

Like you I choose my partner

It is a natural attraction

And not just a selection

A sex you choose

My love I embrace

It matters not the gender

All I want is tenderness

For my love is genderless.

By Yemisi Ilesanmi 17 March, 2011

Biographical Note

Yemisi Ilesanmi

Yemisi Ilesanmi is a trade union/human rights activist. She has a Masters of Law (LLM) on Gender, Sexuality and Human Rights from Keele University, Stadffordshire, UK and a Law degree(LLB) from Obafemi Awolowo University ile -Ife, Nigeria. She works with the Nigeria Labour Congress . She has served on many national and International labour/ human rights committees including as Vice president of the International Trade Union Confederation (ITUC) 2006-2009 and President of the ITUC Youth committee (2004-2009) 

Yemisi Ilesanmi is a passionate human rights activist, bisexual, atheist and an unpublished poet and budding writer. She is interested in and often make public presentations on gender issues, sexuality rights, workers rights, youth representation and environmental protection. She is commited to a world of peace where justice reigns supreme.

Text originally published as a Note on Facebook, republished here with permission.