para la dia de san valentin

Wow yes it's Valentine's Day. I enjoy it just as much as the next guy, even if I'm not directly involved. Lots of my friends are happy and have gr8 days planned with their significant others! Sweet! And tomorrow will be Bargain Chocolate Day! Hell yes.

But the other day, I was thinking about this guy who really makes me mad, and then I wrote a really angry, bitter poem about it, and now I'm posting it here, today, in dedication to all the disgusting misogynists who will show their ugly mugs on this beautiful day. Enjoy, you horrendous sexists. Enjoy.
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Grass is green
Violets are blue
Holy shit—
I am sick of you

Roses are red
And so is your blood
I dream to push you down
Right in the mud

The sun is so hot
Your soul is so cold
And I’d like to meet the demon
To whom it’s been sold

Birds fly in the sky
Fish swim in the sea
You don’t even know
How sorry you’ll be

Yes, roses are red
No, violets ain’t blue
Just what did you think
You’d be able to do?

To sway my affections?
To win over my heart?
You’d be considered Picasso
If love were an art—

Not cool or unique
I mean, a total mess
Unlike L’Demoiselles d’Avignon
Your work is worth much less

You see women as nothing
More than a prize
So I see you as nothing
Just a boy to chastise

We are not your playthings
You can’t just trade us in
Put one girl in the dump
Take one out of the bin

The roses are dead
The violets are poo
I won’t be doing it
But seriously, fuck you

About My Blog's Title

"Go fahn ya, Isabeau!" The bit at the end is pretty self- explanatory, as that's just my name. But the phrase preceding that might be somewhat of a mystery, in meaning and pronunciation both.

Let me prologue this by stating that my mother is Belizean (making me mixed, not white). In Belize, though the official language is English (not Spanish, because it was colonized by Britain and held firmly under their rule up until quite recently, historically speaking), in reality the most widely spoken language is Kriol. The first thing many people think of is Haitian Creole, but these two things are very different. Haitian Creole is based on French and some other languages, I'm sure, while Belizean Kriol is based on English with influence from African and Native American languages. (Note: Kriol is not a dialect nor an official language in its own right; instead, it is referred to as a pidgin language)

With that little lesson over, what does my title mean? First of all, you would pronounce it like goh fai yah. The n in "fahn" kind of runs into the "ya." It basically means "go away." I learned of this phrase from the Belizean Bible my sister is reading, where it says, "Go fahn ya, Satan!" Yep. Literally, go away, Satan. The Belizean Bible is pretty great.

In fact, here's a little section my sister sent me before. Kriol was a spoken language that much later started getting written down and learned formally, so it's something that will make more sense if you say it all out loud rather than try to understand it by reading in your head. Enjoy :')

belizean jesus takes no ones bs