That Catcall?

So
Catcall her,
when she knows who you are,
and has given you let, without
hindrance or leave so fat! So
far, so good to say ("by her
leave"), say:

"Let me holler atcha, woman
who I call 'girl' all night,
all day, always."  

Worder, Please
do do call her just!
That girl, because you
know she (in trust!) 

has given you the breeze
easy-true, as a moment-held
truce that stays, and it says:

this woman
wants "girl"
from you. This

man
got
to honor
her so. So true.
That's a selves-held
plan. Girl! Honor her word!

If she doesn't knock you back
that time. She's preferred, you 
in just such a way: gendersexually!
In those selfsame ways she has given

To be.
Make do
and go screw, if
you cannot hold that

She/Them/Her has always
been free, up at bat in such
sticky-pitch woo and counter
attach. And so equal

with you. Would you take it 
all back, give inferior being? 

Man, you know that noise
holds strong signal within:

Call it "equipoise."

When you-know-by-who

that 
that ain't no

sin.

...against she, her, 
you, me, and let 
alone

Him. 
Let your
declaration "Let me!" 
holler out hung in parentheses,

question mark bells
long since wrung, 

But.

Be open yourself,
to every fact where you're
wrong. Let the offer of hurt
itself prove

So strong

don't 

make her
have to prove 
between you, 

daughter-son

If she ever called you 
"daddy," that's 

no issues
of hers,
you've
just

won
one

round
don't 
forget you're no cat, 
no dog, no not even 
an ape

called that.