ew you’re on your period
that’s disgusting
and whenever i get a "feminine product"
i have to hide it deep down where nobody sees it
but you see
we live in a world where our own girls are getting *****
i’m a girl, not a *** object
but in the eyes of a ****** that is
exactly
what
i am
but i’m not an object
i am a person
i am a life giver
just imagine if men were as disgusted in **** as they are with periods
in the sixth grade
when the word period was mentioned
the whole room would burst out in laughter
i am a girl
my lady bits bleed
and that’s what makes me strong
and that’s what makes me a young woman
and that’s what will make me a mother one day
so ew you’re on your period
that’s disgusting
is not an insult to me

so loving,
so open,
your tender, patient smile
a gift, undeserving
to stay with me at night

so hungry
and battered,
more used than I’ll admit.
craving every offer
of your forgiving lips

my broken
mind clenches,
but drawn in, oh, so much
I sleep, now drifting,
below your gentle touch.

it's selfish
to take it
and let these dark wounds heal
I’m lost, forgotten
and what I have, I steal

condemned
god left me
to drift alone in shame
and you
sing whispers
so brave to speak my name

Wipe your eyes say a prayer.
For I am with you in the air.
I will follow you where ever you go.
for you will be safe no matter what goes.
you are family and I will care.
coz family will never let you stand somewhere so bare.
Sure you have an attitude.
But you have reasons that end in gratitude.
now wake up and make a change.
for you have much love to give in you massive soul and ting brain.
your heart is made of pure gold.
Your smile travels across the world.
But who you are will never change.
For you are wondrous thing but bad is never in your name.

“do you still love me?”,
i asked.

and i waited for minutes,
for hours,
for days,
every moments,
and i received nothing
but silence.

i should have known,
the absence of his words,
is the answer.

You pick me up at 8.

Nobody’s home, you’re dressed nicely
after a long day,

skin tight red dress.

You bring me close to your face,
put your lips to me, clasp mine in between yours,

your tongue rolls around my delicate glassy edges,
soft curves.

bright red lipstick leaves a stain.

you curl your fingers around me,
we tilt back together.

Tonight, you’re sad, lonely
looking to unwind, let go,

today’s been long, tiring, you need a distraction,

your hand trembles as you hold me, but

you won’t let go of me.

I licked the blood
from my mental
turned it into wine