They tell me,
Just keep your mouth shut,
Tell no one, just keep it down.
You're just a woman.
I'm all surrounded
And for sometime, I admit
I listened and let them dictate
What I can and cannot be
But I found my voice,
No, I won't shut up.
I'm never just a woman.
I'm a masterpiece.
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
Let me be your own artist,
I'll change your
scars into stars,
the tears in your
eyes into butterflies
and your sufferings
into colorful
lanterns,
let me paint you
with the colors I
have, let me write
you using my
blood, my love,
You'll be the best
art and poetry
and our love story
would be the most
beautiful tale that
will be written
in the history.
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
My mind is at war with my actions
Running and running
Dodging mines at every turn desperately trying to keep you happy knowing that one wrong step I will explode into tiny bits and pieces,
amounting to nothing as I once did
My heavy boots I pick up with every step I take knowing when I get to you I will regain your trust for the evening
Shooting me down each night in every ***** of my body with your hateful words knowing that your country will win the war in my head and I will forever lose
Falling asleep each night with fear that someone else could take my place
Knowing that your ego could fill the entire desert
My blood pours out of my body as my words do on the page describing what hell I am experiencing being under your command and how I desperately need out
But you cannot just simply
leave the war.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
i understand, we are a dead end. we reached our final destination as strangers with complicated memories and there’s no turning around. there’s no way to walk backwards into the past or reverse time, but that doesn’t change the path we took. there are still all those memories behind us. every choice we made was another chapter in our story and those don’t disappear, so even though it is pointless would you stand at our end and admire them with me. although the film is over, stay and watch the credits. replay the good in your head like we were a fairytale and appreciate the bad for the lessons it brought. keep our story on the bookshelf of your memory but promise me you’ll pick it up and flip to your favorite pages at least once more. i understand, every good thing has it’s end, but please, for the sake of my sanity, let me know it was worth it. let me know you wouldn’t change our path even if you knew what was at the end. let me know i was worth it because love, you were worth everything.
s.s
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
my male administrators seem to think that it is okay to pull me out of my classes because of my "inappropriate choice of clothing"?
since when is a quarter inch of my stomach or a shoulder showing inappropriate?
he seem to forget that he is taking me away from my education,
the education i need to make my .82 cents to his dollar.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
I wish I could say I was sand that slipped through your fingertips, but baby that's a truth for someone else.
You let me go.
You would rather be loved on hazy nights than for all the forever's I could promise you. You wanted love, you just didn't want me.
This is our truth.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
I'm all on my own now
Have nothing to lose
The one thing I cared of
Decided to move (on)
I'm sitting here, waiting
For just one last call
But I'm scared of hearing
Please, don't say "Goodbye"
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
I was bare;
Showing you the battlefields left
Of wars fought on my skin.
A scared innocent body,
Riddled with sacrilege.
I revealed to you my scars both visible and invisible
And you mapped each of them with your fingertips.
Your eyes locked with mine.
Inside the beautiful windows to your mind,
I saw you
Churning
With curiosity;
With wonder;
And your gentle gaze held me steadily
With the absence of lust.
And I knew I made the right choice.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
when your hands roam
my body unwillingly
the first thing the police ask is
“so what were you wearing?”
as if that explains why
someone grabbed me
and dug their fingers into my skin.
as if a woman doesn’t have a right
to wear crop tops and tight jeans
that hug our bodies
my body is no one's prize
but a home where I should
be able to feel comfortable in,
not a home
I grow to hate
yet it seems as if the
world wants me to.
only when it happens do
people say it isn’t okay.
yet there was nothing done
about it.
everyone looks at you
in pity, as you try not to cry,
he said you gave consent,
that's a lie.
as women, we have a voice,
but our society teaches us not to use it.
no one is to blame but ourselves
we are taught to keep quiet, to look
and act as if nothing is wrong.
when there is a whole war going
on inside of us.
do you want to make me feel better?
don’t ask me what I was wearing.
take the man who scarred me,
give me and all the other girls
he assaulted, tainted. justice.
we sure do deserve it.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC