Did you enjoy the chase
as you ran after my emotions?
did you enjoy pulling yourself up those walls that i had up?
did you enjoy hammering every brick until I showed some of myself?
did you enjoy how it felt to be inside me ?
inside my mind , inside my emotions?
did you enjoy what you saw when those walls broke down?
did you care about what i said when i finally spoke openly ?
or did you just want to see that wall shattered before you went on your way ?
do you men have a problem with walls ?
because here I am rebuilding what you were so eager to tear down.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
if she didn't have so many reservations
maybe he could walk in
if she wasn't so big on hesitation
maybe she would let him
if she didn't care about people's opinions
she would give him everything
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Dear Parents
Teach her to read
before you train her to cook
she might create her own recipes
and write her own books
teach her to love herself
before she loves a man
she will nurture her soul in ways no one else can
teach her to earn
before you teach her to request
she will learn to make her own money
to build and invest
teach her to understand her body
before she aims to please a man
she will embrace her sexuality
in ways men won't undertsand
teach her to be independent
before she seeks help
she will always find strength in and of herself
let her know that she is power
and that God is her source
she will become an icon , an obstinate force.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Crave her thoughts
the way you crave to hear her moan ,
absorb her ideas,
like they're your favorite cologne.
Try to understand her emotions like she's the NBA,
await her accomplishments
like your next payday .
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
Dear Woman,
Embrace your curves
those hips and thighs are just as natural
as veins and nerves
Dear Woman
Speak your mind
Let your voice be unconfined
Listen Woman
Make your mark
you are both physically and mentally
a work of art .
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
they ask us to hide our figures
because they figure it will stop the assault,
for every woman they find laying somewhere disfigured
it's immediately our fault
because we dress like this ,
we wear those pants that grab our thighs
and that slim fit dress that draws the eyes .
we were blessed but cursed with shape
that makes them blind to reason ,
so we must accept the myth of "requested ****
and agree with mass unreason
right?
we must accept MAN-ipulation
because it happens by our fault,
they want us to hate what makes us woman
like its some sort of salt,
like its some sort of guzu,
like we are enemy to our curves,
likes hips and thighs aren't just as natural and veins and nerves.
they want us to be embarrassed
ashamed , so we don’t speak
they Make excuses for the perpetrator to make the victim weak .
But they need to STOP!
They need stop telling us what to wear
They need to stop telling us how to behave
The need to stop making a woman feel as though her body must have her enslaved
if its the clothes that we wear that lead to abuse,
why were fully clothed polish nuns ganged ***** in 1942
wearing habits revealing nothing but their faces?
why are Muslim women still being ***** in sacred places?
why are formally dressed women assaulted in their workplaces?
They need stop blaming us for that mans lack of restraint
They need to address the issue instead of changing the complaint,
No Means No!
we need to encourage our sons to understand rejection
Because he cannot always get what he wants,
And he cannot forcibly take what he wants,
And the world is not his canvas!
He cannot cannot paint his insecurities everywhere!
and that girl is not his graveyard,
He cannot bury his anger in somebody’s daughter!
He needs to learn to accept the concept of NO.
we do Not Consent , and they need to know .
Just because our dresses may be a little above knee length ,
Does not meet that we concede or consent ,
Just because we may walk with an extra sway
Doesn’t mean that it’s okay ...for him
To make me us next mistake
seeing something that he likes does not give him the right to take !
WE DO NOT CONSENT !
we do not consent to the myth of women aiding the intent
of **** , assault , and ****** harassment ,
Like our ancestors,
We DO NOT CONSENT!
Like the persecuted victims,
We DO NOT consent!
We Do not consent to assault , **** , or ****** indignities
Nor will we change to help your son fight his own insecurities.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
I know you hear my inarticulate moans each time I climb on top,
I know you feel me pressing down on you, until I have to stop.
I lay my naked body on the warmth of your core,
And every time I leave you I think of coming back for more.
Let me melt onto your surface as you take me away,
time is restless, time is deathless, time won’t let me stay.
My soul adrift
My mind at ease
My heart is pleased to dream Belize.
here I am before you, humbly on my knees
… before we touch bodies
I must ensure that HE is pleased.
I love The way you make me feel…this ecstatic state of mind,
the way I gravitate towards you before you penetrate my mind.
Drift me away like Sam smith at 2 a:m, Lay me down.
I will give you all of me while time just runs around.
I will close my eyes while I’m on top so reality melts away
But I must leave you, dearest , at the break of day.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
Tonight I lay white flowers on the grave of my black heart,
and mourn the death of love.
Tonight I decide to no longer give,
to no longer take,
to no longer live with the same mistakes.
I shut that grave enclosed with tears,
and weakness disguised as forgiveness,
for the last night in twenty years ,
will I suffer from this sickness.
Rest in peace dear heart,
you have been tortured till your end,
you have fallen for illusions,
you have fallen for a friend.
you have been wooed and charmed ,
until your barriers broke.
you have been urged to disarm,
until you finally spoke.
And because you spoke ,you have been silenced.
Because you moved outside your walls , you then became defenseless.
Let us pray for love:
may she rest in peace
she was provoked, tormented ,and is now deceased.
she gave so much of herself that she finally ceased...
to exist.
to persist.
to pursue.
She gave so much but never knew,
that it's easier to love than it is to lose,
that when you love you choose, to attach your emotions to another being.
you begin to formulate a whole new dream ,
and you create a force that evolves on its own,
a force that moves beyond your control,
that can leave you stranded in a dark unknown.
that can make you suddenly feel alone,
because you have now been conditioned to be loved.
Dear love,
I have no regrets.
I stand here with a black dress , and a black heart, mourning your death.
I have watched you fight for life,
I have watched you fight for hope,
I have watched you repeatedly trying when you could no longer cope .
I have watched you , outnumbered by the odds
and dying slowly,
and now I watch the inscription on your grave
a love that fought boldly
You will be cremated,
your remains turned to dust,
you will burn along with fate and trust.
you will burn along with hope and lust.
dearest love, rest in peace
you were a fighter, now deceased.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC