I am not a gender, I am a person
with thoughts ideas and I live.

You might think this is a man’s world,
but there’s a woman behind the scenes.

Mother nature knows how to sing,
she writes poetry, births beautiful
rivers between her legs, she has a
breath softer than silk capable of
moving mountains and making
weaves, she has oceans that build
shores and islands.

A women is your mother, daughter,
sister and cousin, also she is your
boss, teacher and doctor, a nurse too
as well as queen.

We bring ideas to the dinner table,
design clothes and accessories,
we bring you hairdos taller than a
beehive, lipstick redder then your
blushing cheeks in winter and we
are also creators.

We inspire greatness, we encourage
bravery and strength.

This might be a man’s world
but in reality beside a man
stands a queen and majesty.

Equal to your male girth
we women too are capable
of being great.

Man is short for human,
Woman is short for no man
but a human.

To be great you have to stand tall
don’t allow a mountain to stand in
your way, cliam above them peeks
and say hello world I have arrived
and smile wide.

Remember a woman brought you to
your knees with a smile and a wink
and poetry.

I bring you poetry, artwork and
creatively designed ideas from
my lucid mind.

I am woman!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

If you give a pig a badge
you are going to get *****.

If you give a good productive person
a badge you are going to get an officer.

A police officer should be willing
to sacrifice their lives for their
community.

You can't be a criminal and
an officer.

They don't mix.

What happens when you put a pig
in mud? A ***** pig.

What happens when you give a criminal a badge? A ***** cop.
It's a pig in a muddy blanket.

Trouble has a badge and a gun,
all you have to do is interrogate
them and watch them squeele.

Mud drys and pigs can't fly,
so watch them piggies roll
and the mud drops revealing
their crimes.

Oh you, you ***** little piggy.

Shameful, ***** you.

***** cop's drip with mud leaving
their piggy prints caked on
the crime scene.

Shame, shame little pig.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The couch shook as the thunder cracked rearing across the sky.
My heart fluttered with excitement
as my back felt the shiver.

As the wind is blowing the trees
are forced to bow and sway.

The rain is pouring like a flood gate
opened from the clouds.

Electricity is in the air, the storm
is brewing within my poetic mind
and outside.

As my sorrows ponder on the
weather.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Everyone is capable of being
a victim it doesn’t matter what
color, gender, size or lifestyle.

We are all human beings.

People who claim men are
not capable of being a victim
are abusive and they are guilty
not men.

Also, no means no,
silence means no,
walking away means no,
its stalking if you follow someone
after they said no or didn’t engage
you.

Just because they spoke to you
doesn’t make them your partner
or friend.

If you want a partner don’t be a
creeping stalker.

If you don’t get the point you should
go away and stop making excuses
for your abuses. Take responsibility!

People need to be honest and
educated so we can fight the abuse
and win.

Free the victim and
give them a path to survival.

Don’t be silent about abuse.

Be loud and proud to speak the truth.

Everyone deserves the same respect.

“Love is acceptance and success
because it helps build societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will thrive.” ❤

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

As the sun rises over the
wild flowers my sorrows bloom
as Spring breaks the chill of winter's
frost and my tears melt into a flowing river.

Lay me down upon the sun
soaked earth where my tears
keep sorrows company until the night.

My sorrows float down the banks
of tearful mountains over and under
rocks until it becomes a raging
waterfall crashing to the bottom
of the mountains.

As spring kissed the earth it soaked
my tears into the soil drinking my sorrows.

And upon the coming morrow
dew gathers on the grass.

Lay me down upon the grass where
dew drops reflect my sorrow, as the
light slowly fades into darkness
my cries will echo through the night.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

You've got spiders in your smile,
cobwebs in your heart, stitches hold
together your dislocated mind,
your unhinged and vile.

You're memory stinks like toxic
water from the grimmest pools ever
used, it's a sewer full of poo and ***.

Your loveless heart is soft and black,
its black mold has grown,
its fuz is coming out of the creaks
grabbing for its victims.

In between the infection of your
festering mind you will find, passed
victims you've collected trapped
inside scar tissue from passed
infections.

You are a crazy thought that runs
circles in my head, while yelling
profanities and accusations.

You are a narcissist and an infection
upon my mental health.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

My tears fall with the leafs,
as my sorrows blow in the breeze
a chill kissed my cheeks.

My sorrowful autumn with its
reds and browns scattered on the
ground, here my tears lie in between
the roots of the trees and my
happiness chokes on the dirt as
sorrow buries me.

Sad me, buried under the girth of
autumns sorrows.

Will you remember me until spring?

©️ 2023 By Amanda D Shelton