Teach a man the word no
Instead of telling the women that she have used her nails to create daggers along the
Lines of his back, use her feet as the rocket that must launch him off of her and onto the pavement away from her
Teach the man no
It is not a question but a demand
Instead of teaching women self preservation skills to use in a dark alley where no one could see another one top of her, pushing and shoving her,
Her back, marked up not only by the marks that will stay on her even when they’ve faded, but by the pavement which she will hate forever because it didn’t have the power to swallow her whole
Teach a women the word no
Instead of telling him that he could have knocked her off,
No problem. It is a women, he is a man, it wouldn’t be that hard.
Men are stronger than women, it should have been easy
Teach them no
They are telling you stop
Screaming, crying, kicking, but pinned under them but they can’t hear a thing besides the fantasies of their consent
Instead of teaching them to use the muscles in their arms, in their legs, in their mouth to push her off,
She is just a women.
Teach someone the word no,
Please stop
When they are holding a gun at a man’s head, pointing, ready to shoot
Ready to rip flesh apart, while ripping a home apart that they haven’t even touched
Teach someone no,
Hear them out, listen to their calls that only seem to be noises in the wind, drowned out by sirens
Because they are really pleas, banging on someone’s window, hoping someone could just hear their calls
Teach someone to say no
They are wrong
When they have make a false accusation, judged someone’s personality by skin
By religion, by sexualtiy, but not by their traits
Not for the way they crouch down by their side when they are too weak to whisper in gratitude, not by the way they scream with them when they are promoted, not when their corny jokes make their dimples show and their mouth lift up at the sides giving their stone face a crack
Teach someone the word no
Because we even though it is a two letter word
It still seems to trip people up
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
*Cracked from its own weight
Nobody wanting to try and take a swing
That's okay,
One more swing
and I am a goner.*
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Tripping
over the foot
that is connected to the
hand, that helped me up
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
A women, a phone stumbling in her shaking hand, wiping soft tears off of her sunken cheeks
She walks forward with a smile slapped onto her face.
A man, laughing at someone’s comment, as they walk away he rolls his eyes,
He walks the other way chuckling to himself.
A girl, head bowed down, eyes going left and right, devouring something on her phone
And smiling victorious as she struts away.
A boy, fingers intertwined with a girl’s while his eyes stare at his friend’s lips, wanting
But knowing he has a dangerous secret.
A figure, eyes tracing his moves, noting his hand movement, and sees him walk into a building, and stalks out of his hiding space with a scowl on his face.
A child, chubby palms touching everything, wandering as his mom smiles and chases after him with outstretched arms, while memories fill her eyes and fear grows and she walks a little faster.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
The sound of silence
races through my mind
creeps in the corners of the streets
stalks the locals
until, it quiets the city with a roar
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
when my ocean of personality comes
crashing into your town
will you rebuild and stay
or pack up and find a new ocean to settle with.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Stuck in a room
With a car, running, fumes of hate
Streaming out of the exhuast pipe
I am dying to get out here
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
You left me
behind you, to trip over my own shoes just trying not the step on yours
You kept walking, even though I stopped.
But I came running back because I fell underneath the spell.
You left me
and I got to cough up the dirt that you left behind
And I still would do anything to just keep walking behind.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
My body, covered in the smell of gasoline.
You walked in, with a match lit
Yet, I still walked into your embrace
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
*You always have a choice, he made the wrong one
It may be a costly one
For me*
You will get a choice, choose wisely
I thought it couldn’t happen to me
Especially after I made the right one
*Lights fade, screams turn into whispers
Glass dives into my paling ivory skin
Pavement absorbing the blood*
A party, filled with people,
Too many people
My vision is clear, not a drip slipped past my enclosed lips
*Cups and cups of the poison fills his bloodstream
Vision dotted, the light is blinding
Head above the clouds, soaring through the sky*
Not a drip passed through my lips Mom, I promise
I listened, even though it seems may have seemed like I didn’t
Every words was branded into my skin, burning to make sure I never forgot
*He didn’t know that the head high above the clouds would come crashing down
The car came out of nowhere, I didn’t see it coming
It came out of nowhere*
Now, lying on the grass
I am now playing a game with Death
and He is winning
*The lights on his car, blinding,
I couldn’t move, my hands stuck, glued to the steering wheel
It happened too fast. my leg slamming on the brake, my head flying backwards while my body is flung forwards*
*Darkness fiddles with my eyesight
Numbness overtakes Pain easily
Nothingness has never been so blissful*
The times I got mad at you for searing the words into my skin further seems pointless now
I am sorry
You won’t be able to hear my apologies from the tops of the clouds
*I am sorry I couldn’t fight for longer
I hear the sweet song of sirens coming closer, closer,
People rush to my side
Words are mushed into one, filling my ears with the last sounds I will ever hear,
My eyes fluttering open and close this whole time, have now finally shut
The lights aren’t blinding anymore
Numbness has torn through my body, leaving not an ounce of pain
I am not suffering
My breath is slowly becoming smaller and small*
One breath
I try to pry my eyes open, but nothing
My hands are damp from the sweat the is glistening around my body
Two breaths
Mom I love you, you gave me so much that I would never come out of debt to you.
Tell my sister, everything will be okay. Even though it may seem like I hate her, I don’t. I love you.
Three breathes
Tell my brother, I hope every dream of his comes true, and I will read him a story tonight in his dreams, then he can play with me once more. I love you.
Four breaths
Tell dad, that no matter I will be sitting by his side every Sunday to watch the matches that play. I love you.
Five breaths
*We will always have choices in this world. He made the wrong one as soon as the keys jingled as the engine roar with life, and the gas sputter out of the exhaust, and the tires turned in endless circles
7 breathes
He made the wrong one
It was costly
For me*
*8 breathes
Game over.
Death won.*
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC