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Somewhere in between

Fantasy and reality

Somewhere in between

Debauchery and morality

Somewhere in between

Sacrafice and sanctity

Somewhere in between

Lies the romance about you and me
romance
my dear
how we do know romance!
if you could be
any animal
what would you be?

she asked me
with a sombre face
of negativity

she said
she would be an eagle
so that she could fly away

or
she would be a butterfly
so that she could change

her answer
made me oh so sad
in a way i can't describe

i turned to her
giving her
my honest reply

if i could be
any animal
what would i be?

i would be a human
because then
i would be me
i would be me
he was alone
in a place where alone was a sin

so he created some friends
inside his head

my god, it was bliss
though they didn't exist

for a fraction of time
he felt accepted
alone was a sin
i'm a *****.
a ****,
powerful.
talented.
unapologetic,
*****.
now get down on your,
grazed knees
bow your,
unworthy head
worship,
this *****.
get down on your knees
I do not hate men
I just hate the ones who lie
Who cheat
Who ****
Who abuse
Who disrespect
Who do not hear a word I've said
Ok, I do hate men
i do not hate men
ok, maybe i do
He looks me up and down
The way only men know how
He says,

"Tell me again
My **** Possession
Why do we still need Feminism?"

I look him in the face
The classy way that I was raised
I say,

"The mere fact that you asked me this
Is the reason Feminism exists"

He turns and walks away
In the direction that he came

I am reminded yet again
Of our desperate need for change
he looks me up and down
Keys between my knuckles
As I hurry to my car
This place still aint safe
At least not after dark

I've been female for thirty one years
My *** is abundantly clear
When I cannot walk outside at night
Without my friend called Fear

Keys between my knuckles
Pepper spray clutched in my hand
What can I say to these Testosterone Tyrants
To make them understand?

This place is still not equal
When half of us are afraid
I want to stay up late
Walk the streets and know I'm safe

Boys will be boys
They will rarely be men
The protectors became predators
It's a hard truth to accept

Keys between my knuckles
As I hurry to my car
This world is still not safe yet
At least not for us
this world is still not safe yet
at least not for us
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