Leah Rae
Leah Rae
Apr 10

This poem is for the bitches.
The ice princesses.

Solid and frozen.
Hearts carved from arctic stone.
Jaw lines so sharp they could cut you.
Girls so bitter, they bite.

Leave your mouth aching.

This is for the evil stepsisters,
The Ursulas,
The Queens of Broken Hearts -

I’ll tell you.
They are deadly beautiful.

They are the bossy, and the terribly too honest.
Mouths on fire,
jaws snapping,
man eaters,
sirens of the sea,
they will swallow you whole.

When the boys ask -
Tell them, no, I don’t need saving.

Fuck being a princess.
Be the dragon.

Be fire breathing, and pmsing.
Be angry, girl.

Cause you got shit to be angry about.

Every cat call –
Every glass ceiling you will shatter with your bare hands –
Every time you say the word no and mean it –
Every time they make you feel like you anything less than powerful.

You tell them –
You are eternal.

That you carry a generation in your belly -
That it all begins and ends here, inside you.

That you can bleed for seven days straight and come back with teeth sharpened for war.

Remind them that that when something is taken from you, you will do everything you can to get it back.

You will destroy what destroys you.
Eating fire and spitting brimstone.
And never, ever saying sorry.

They will call you crazy.
They will call you over emotional.
They will call you loud mouth.

They will ask for your smile, pretty girl.
Give it to them with poison ivy lips and a razor blade between your teeth.

What no body knew was that Ursula was King Triton’s sister.
A perfect storm.
Banished from the palace -
When a loud, powerful woman gets out of hand, we don’t call it leadership.
We call her dog.
Fangs out and snarling, we don’t battle, we cat fight.
Sexy kitten gone wrong, when she learns to leave scars.

A dog, no not a dog, a wolf in heat.
Domestication is a dirty word.

Bitch is to know your worth, and take it.

To carry it in your esophagus.
A war cry.
Feeding your enemies to your children, and coming back starving for seconds.

Doing anything to stay alive.

Because you were raised by a mother who fed you fear for supper.
Packed your backpack with mace, and brass knuckles.
She told you to turn your body into a weapon.
She knew there would be men who would try to cover your mouth.
So she taught you to bite.

This is how you protect yourself.
A mouth full of bitch, and a bark to match.
“Beware of dog” sign around your throat.

This is how you keep them away.
This is how you warn them.

Because the villain was not always the villain.

She was made that way.
You were made this way.

You’ve got brands still healing, still smoking, skin still searing.
You’ve got a trauma written in your blood.
You’ve got a ribcage holding onto your heart too tightly.

You are chasing down a revenge so sweet it could rot your teeth.
A heart attack romance asleep in your chest.

You will come back home limping after this war.

And you will tell all the other girls -

It ain’t all about the love story.
It’s about the “being in love with yourself” story.

This is originally a slam poem, I am open to all feedback :)
#bitch   #strength   #endurance   #power   #wolf   #feminism   #culture   #women   #dog   #rape  
Heartless bitch,
David Patrick O'C

I watched her crush him as she broke his heart
Then she wanted to grind him to dust
with the expectation of friendship.
Heartless bitch,
hasn't he suffered enough?

#bitch   #cruel   #heartless   #dumped  
entitled bitch
eliza bonnet
eliza bonnet
Apr 9, 2014

she's nothing but a rich
entitled bitch
we all love to hate

she's never gonna change
no matter what they say
because thats who she is

its never anything you did
more about her problems within
you have to understand

this girl has the world in her hands
but she can't find that chance
to just move on

she's nothing but a rich
entitled bitch
we all love to hate

#hate   #bitch   #rich   #entitled  
You're a real bitch
Feb 6

You're a real bitch
just to let you know
and I don't want to snitch
but you're such a fucking bitch

just  because you're rich
doesn't mean you own the world
you're making me go up a pitch
because I'm so angry that you're a bitch

people call you a witch
and now I know why
its because you decide to switch
from being nice to a stupid fuckin bitch

Seriously. You are. This is a passive aggressive poem.
#bitch   #angry   #mad   #upset   #pissedoff  
*"If it's a bitch you're looking for,
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

"If it's a bitch you're looking for,
your barking up the wrong bush."

#bitch   #bush   #beryldov   #barking  
Than a Two Faced Bitch
Isabelle H Graye
Isabelle H Graye
Aug 29, 2013

A Shallow Puddle
Is how deep you are

Broken Light-blub
Is how bright of a star

Jack of all Trades
Master of none

Claiming Love
Breaking hearts of everyone

You are nothing more
Than a Two Faced Bitch

**but I'm the bitch - now**
Madalyn Beck
Madalyn Beck
Oct 5, 2014

thank you for clarifying how you should be my obligation
how I should be making sure your life is in rotation
even when you are allowed to forget about me

but I'm the bitch - now

who has been slowly leaving your side
who no longer tells you i love you or goodnight
who is perfectly fine with not seeing you

because I'm the bitch

who has been letting you down
who will no longer call to see if you're around
who doesn't give a damn that you've been hanging around her

because I'm the bitch

who has finally had enough of your games
who gave you the finger when you still want to play
who sucks at life because I cut you out

because I'm the bitch - now.

And now you're christened the bitch of New York City
Oct 6, 2014

I didn't come to be judged by you - believe me
You say the truth's always mean - deceive me
My blood is boiling inside at the sight of you
You broke a thousand men's hearts like it was right of you
Hysteria has made me weaker
With your dissatisfied heart you'll forever be the runaround seeker

The moon is tattooed in the night again
How long before we give this love affair its end
I'm seeing pictures of you and I'm split in half
I once gave you the title of my friend with pity
And now you're christened the bitch of New York City
For a laugh

I'm here to dry all your tears with a switchblade
You played around with my love, what a mess we made
This drink will ruin the night, of that I'm sure, babe
I'm not the boy from before; I'm reassured, babe
You hoped to find me lonely
You told me that you missed me, missed my company, but love, love, love is love only

How often to do you get to play tricks on me?
You took my love but never, ever seriously
I've practiced being the victim but that's not my style
And now you act as if nothing ever truly happened
I have to tuck my tail and hitchhike back to Manhattan
With a faded smile

You'll never know what you want, there's no denying
You left my mind feeling sick like fish when they're frying
My angel crashed on the sun, his wings are rotten
You left my friendship to die, lone and forgotten
The hour is always later
Than what we hope it is, and the debt we owe is almost surely greater...

#love   #bitch  
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