To be a woman:
To be a woman is to bleed.
From between our legs, as young as nine, when the only worry in our young minds should be about scraped knees from riding bikes and scooters, the visceral meaning of womanhood begins to leak through the soft cotton amour of childhood.
The impending doom of what could be warded off by a child's imagination has cracked and no longer can be repaired.
This is the fate of a woman.
From that day we bleed.
Shoving gauze of soft smiles and politeness into bullet holes bore into our bodies by men.
Anything to stop the bleeding and remain a fragment of the person we once were.
We’re blithe in the presence of grown men that become aroused to the notion of humiliating us.
We try to feign ignorance and keep a straight face in times of turbulence to maintain modesty.
Our nails embedded into our palms, we bleed.
And a storm has formed.
Through the storm we seek the same refugee we watched our mothers seek. Always thinking that the outcome will be different.
This one is not the same.
We’re not our mothers.
Our love is different.
It’s respected.
It’s mutual…
as long as you’re the one doing the laundry and the cooking and the cleaning and you pay your half and you look after the child that you nearly bled out for.
Nurturing, tending, cooking and cleaning and ‘whoops’ watch the knife…
bleeding.
Always bleeding.
It’s equal love though, isn’t it?
It’s what you wanted, right?
When you bore two children and you’re raising three, that’s what you wanted. That’s what you bled for.
That’s what you bled for?
Who has he bled for?
He walks into the kitchen, boots scuffing the linoleum on the way.
Dumping the scrapped leftovers of love you gave him in the early out of the morning into the trash and tossing the containers into the sink.
He pats the heads of the people he pretends make him whole and goes to the shower to rinse off the 10 hour shift of hard labor that didn't involve his family.
You don’t expect a kiss at this point because you learned that asking for what you deserve could come with a broken orbital socket.
So you let your heart bleed.
You bleed it into your kids.
You let them know that they are loved.
You pretend that everything is okay.
You go to work, you come home, you bleed and you bleed and you bleed.
Hopeful that your daughter doesn’t see.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 6:27 PM UTC
Oh, woe is me!
Oh, woe is me!
No one showed for up the pity party
How awful it is to feel this lonely
When your tongue is a twist
And your body is so heavy
Oh, woe is me!
Oh, woe is me!
No one showed up for the pity party
Your lungs are weak
It's too hard to breathe
Oh, woe is me!
Oh, woe is me!
No one showed up for the pity party
Slowly caving in
With no light for you to see
Oh, woe is me!
Oh, woe is me!
No one showed up the for the pity party
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
Broken bones and thoughts unleading
Definitions hold no true meaning
Wasted promise and hearts left bleeding
Weary eyes as it slows its beating
A turn of phrase in a darkened room
Hot tears rain down like a monsoon
Poisoned kisses leave lips in ruin
And a helpless body in a blanket cacoon
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
I am strong
So strong and free
I am fast
Watch my feet carry me
Through woods and roads
Black paved dreams
As I push myself further
And as my lungs scream
But my legs keep moving
And it's all I need
To prove that I'm the best
The best that I can be
I'm pushing my boundaries
I'm breaking my walls
I've learned to pick myself up
Whenever I fall
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
It's the rhythm in the beat,
When it moves down my body to my feet;
At this time I will not make a single peep,
As my body flows from side to side trying to relive those beautiful nights
Nights that are just filled with music and love which is never too steep;
Sweep me off my feet til our gentle lips meet,
Allow me to return your worthy greet within time;
Unwind while we sip on that Red wine,
Tell me stories of past loves so I can know how to conquer and become the one above,
Above all the other women you thought you once loved;
Twinkle your eyes to glance a hint of the sunrise,
Let your body be at ease while I set up our final surprise;
This is the way you will meet your demise... Music conquers all.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
I weep and weep
My heart, it cries
A long and sullen lullaby
That puts to sleep all happiness
And leaves my world a broken mess
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
I was told it can't rain all the time
But thurderstorms ravage my mind
Wind whips sweet memories
Into such dismal scenes
And lightening strikes at optimistic ideas
Leaving burnt tree stumps of thoughts
But I was told that it can't rain all the time
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
I think of myself as a fragile thing
A little porcelain doll
Who'd shatter into a million pieces
If your hands would let me fall
But I am already chipped and cracked
If you cannot see
From years of harsh mishandlings
So love me tenderly
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
I watched as the son and mother walked up to the gastation
Dressed in goodwill clothing
The mother pulls out a bag and shows the boy what to look for
Cigarette butts in the trash can ashtrays
He was only three or four
Not old enough to know any better
But I'm sure that will be the first real memory of his mother
And he will loathe it as he will loathe her
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I swayed to the sound of nostalgia
As it sank into my bones
Then washed away my worries
And brought me memories of home
I’ve been gone for far to long
And I know I’ve missed it there
But in the morning, when I wake
I’ll be lost again somewhere
And it happens far too often
That I’m lost and gone
But I know I’m stuck to live a life
That plays to the same sad song
However, I do not seek your pity
Please send it far from me
I do what I do strictly for you
To live life happily
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC