You Deserve Orgasms And Health Insurance
You work two shifts and a side hustle that never pays what it promises
dragging home with feet that curse every step
You scroll through bills with numbers that make no sense
letters full of threats dressed in polite fonts that still bite and step
You crash on my couch with your backpack as a pillow
mumble that you are too tired for anything except sleep and maybe one quick cry
Then you joke half serious that if the country gave a damn
you wouldn’t have to trade your spine for rent and meds till you die.
You talk about clinics and copays and doctors who never listen when you say it hurts here
it has for years, You talk about sex in the same breath
how it feels easier to give someone your body than to tell them your fears
You’ve had partners who couldn’t spell consent and bosses who called you family while they bled you dry
The whole world taught you to say, “I’m fine
” while you press against your ribs and stare at the sky.
I don’t have a magic wand or a policy change or a plan
I have a bed, some patience, a lot of rage
and two hands, I can’t fix the system
I can at least treat you like more than a walking bill and a one night stand.
You deserve orgasms and health insurance
soft hands on your skin and a doctor who actually hears your voice
You deserve to come without panic about prescription prices riding shotgun on every choice
You deserve mornings where your body feels like home
not a debt you can never pay
You deserve orgasms and health insurance
pleasure and care in the same life
not one someday and one far away.
I kiss your shoulder, ask what hurts, and you laugh
say, “Pick a spot
this whole unit is overdue for a recall
I say we can make out, we can nap
we can watch trash shows, you don’t have to perform
you don’t owe me anything at all
You say people usually want you loud and bendy and grateful when they show up with cheap wine and a grin
Then leave before morning when the real pain starts
when the pills wear off and the nightmares begin.
I want to learn the map of your body with the same care I give your file of test results and receipts on the floor
I want to know which touch makes your back feel looser and which word makes your chest unclench more
You are not an expense report
you are not a toy that forgets its own sore core.
You deserve orgasms and health insurance
soft hands on your skin and a doctor who actually hears your voice
You deserve to come without panic about prescription prices riding shotgun on every choice
You deserve mornings where your body feels like home
not a debt you can never pay
You deserve orgasms and health insurance
pleasure and care in the same life
not one someday and one far away.
One day if the world grows up and stops treating human bodies like slots in a broken machine
Maybe you will walk into a clinic without rehearsing your symptoms in a mirror or shrinking to look small and clean
Maybe you will let someone undress you without a flash of math in your head
tallying hours worked and pills left in the tray
Till then I will rage with you, laugh with you
touch you gentle
and say this out loud every time you forget along the way.
You deserve orgasms and health insurance
not as a reward for being strong or kind or brave
Not as a prize for shrinking
not as something you earn when you stop misbehaving and learn how to save
You deserve them just for being here
in this tired body that still shows up and wants and feels
You deserve orgasms and health insurance
real care and real pleasure and a life that doesn’t grind you under its wheels.
Next time you call yourself high maintenance for needing pills
touch, sleep, and a laugh in the same week
Remember this line
say it out loud in the mirror till it sticks: “I deserve orgasms and health insurance
I am not asking for magic or miracles or anything I don’t need”