His drunken fingers fumbling
And the slurring of his
Demands to be quiet
Make me sick.
Take it like a woman.
I am tougher than anyone.
**** it up,
Grow a spine.
So I stuffed it down.
I swallowed the bile
And clenched my stomach
Every time I smelled
The stench of his odor
Passing by me.
That’s what is
expected of me.
**** it up,
Grow a spine.
What’s done is done.
Keep your eyes forward,
Keep going,
And move on.
I am a woman
And when I say no
The mans word trumps
What I want.
**** it up,
Grow a spine.
I live in a mans world
So I have to keep it shut
Or I will be the next ****
Because the mans word is truth.
There is no
His word against mine.
Just his.
**** it up,
Grow a spine.
It’s my womaness at fault
Even though I said no.
When a woman says no,
It really means yes.
When a woman tells the truth
It really means fallacies
And delusions.
It means she wanted it.
**** it up,
Grow a spine.
So I did.
I told the truth anyways.
I stood up for myself anyways.
I fought for myself anyways.
I ****** it up,
And grew a spine.
by Kyra Jones
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
2 a.m is the time of brilliance,
and it's also the time of complete stupidity.
It's the time where you call it quits for the night,
or take that one ***** shot too many.
It's that make it or break it moment of going home,
or going home with your best friends crush.
It's the time when we drunkenly tell people we love them,
even if we don't mean it.
We also drunkenly tell people we hate them,
and we often don't mean that too.
But sometimes we actually do mean both these things,
and just don't have the ***** to say it except at this beloved time.
We think about that person we have been crushing on,
and sometimes we get the courage to call.
But then quickly hang up when we hear the first ring.
And then kick ourselves for being vulnerable.
It's the time where a good portion of humans are conceived.
Purposely or not.
It's the time when families are often birthed.
And ripped apart.
It's the time when tears seep into pillows
and kids learn to internalize self hatred.
It's when they learn how to control it,
often with with *** blades, or alcohol.
It's when people let their facade down and pour out their skeletons.
Or rebuild it back up just to endure another day.
It's the time when creatives create.
It's also the time when they create lots of ****
It's when beauty happens,
and ugly.
Perfect syzygy,
and cataclysm.
Life.
It's all just life.
By Kyra Jones
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
I have lived
multiple lifetimes worth
of love,
sadness,
happiness,
and bittersweet symphonies.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
When I wake up,
my mind tries to **** my body
And plays delusions like a cruel hobby.
My mind gave up long ago,
so my heart doesn't receive the message
instructing it to beat or feel the wreckage.
My blood now sits stagnant
in my chilled arteries and veins
saving the life left bound in heartbroken chains.
By Kyra L. Jones
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC