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Siren Coast Mar 2017
When everything begins to bottle up
I must bring myself down
I could smooth out the wrinkles
I could mantra things out
But I am my own worst enemy
So I pick, ****, and poke
I especially like to highlight my flaws
During these times
Twisting and contouring my body
Unnatural poses for a natural body
I am so trivial
But I am my own worst enemy
I wonder if you think I'm beautiful
I am vain that way
Aren't we all?
I wonder if you see my flaws
The dents in my skin
I wonder if you cherish them
If you wish for them to be gone
If you wish I was more like her
I want to scream at this woman I have become
But I am my own worst enemy
It would just be so much easier to live
A life full of confidence and crop tops
High waisted shorts with cellulite
An inch of skin hanging over the top
And why not?
My own judgments and insecurities
I want to be your friend
I want you to be happy
When your thighs feel full and swollen
When your face is scattered with imperfections
When your stomach can't **** in anymore
I am still here
I so desperately want to be your friend
But I am my own worst enemy
Siren Coast Nov 2016
Fem
I did not ask to enter this world a female,
but it's what God granted me.
I did not ask to be regulated by hormones,
but it is what is expected of me.
I did not ask for this child,
that was forced upon me late one night.
I did not ask for this judgement,
that is so easily handed out.
I did not ask to be called 'baby',
by that man on the subway.
I did not ask for the opinions of my weight,
which are so casually thrown about.
I did not ask for a smaller salary,
due to the genitalia I was provided.
But this is the life I was given, and so I find my tribe.
I find other women who grant me peace and protection.
I advocate for women whose voices are not heard.
I fight for my future daughters.
I protest the hate.
I protest the inequalities.
I protest for our Mother, Earth.
I protest, and I stand, and I cry.
My ****** is my home.
My womb is my decision.
My body my choice.
Siren Coast Nov 2016
It was the strangest of days,
That turned into the coldest of nights.
I lay there waiting for the Fisherman's return.
A promise of his blessing,
Before I headed out to warmer waters,
Until Summer was to return.
The red wine was now half empty,
The candles wax-ridden and burned.
The current shifted, it was time to return.
A fair maiden in a tavern,
Wrapped around the Fisherman's arms.
He gave her tokens she would treasure
I gave him curses of scorn.
  Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Àŧùl
All such stuff is only a myth, right?
Why else would women be forsaken?
Is having periods a grave sin, really?

Their God is just a fantasy, right?
Why else will God forsake Its kids?
The real God is sleeping, isn't It??

God could be a female too, right?
Why assign a gender to God then?
Is God so weak, kidding right???
Read about some ridiculous places of worship recently.

My HP Poem #923
©Atul Kaushal
Siren Coast Jul 2016
You're draining us

We're spent

This is the last time I swear it

Your siblings don't ask us for help

My siblings don't pay rent.

No matter how hard you work

And what bills you pay

Millennials were born behind the glory day.
I know I'm not the only one working two jobs and struggling to keep my head afloat. The only thing I can do is laugh at this point.
Siren Coast Jul 2016
I remember your cruel love
The first time you said you loved me
The first time you led me down the stairs
There was nothing in you I wanted
But naive young girls do naive young things

Your words were like gifts
Your gifts were like a song
I blindly sang along
Trusting you was easy
But you proved me wrong

I'm cruel in my heart, I know it
But it's what you planted for me
Your mean hands ripped open my chest
You buried something so ugly and dark
So deep it bled into my soul.

Something inside of you was broken
Something was breaking inside of me too
I think of you now and my hands lock up
I hope you have all daughters
I hope they date men like you

I hope it breaks your heart and kills you.
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