there is power in being a girl
but there's also sadness
                            struggle
                    ­        anger
                            uncertainty
and most of the time it's hard to find strength in being a girl
except in knowing that the sisterhood is rising,
we're coming,
a force to be reckoned with
and nothing to stop us

there is power in being a girl
and there is also inevitability

The game you play is so **** sweet
Telling me you miss when you see me
The way you get on top and kiss me
Oh my god the way you lick and bite
The way you moan when I grab your thighs
Flip you over and kiss your lips
The lips between your hips
Flip and roll my tongue across your body
Lick your perfect ******* and kiss your neck
Work my way to nibble on your earlobe
Whisper that “I need you”
This is heaven, surrounded by the flames of hell
Only we know that it’s the sweetest place to be
This night is young
Gonna take my time and do it right
Rediscover your entire body
Burning into memory every moment of tonight
I can do it slow or I can do it fast
Close your eyes and let your body speak
Tell me if you want it soft or do you want it hard
Here, right here my dear
I’m gonna make you fall in love
Just remember that it’s our last time.

I don't know what is scarier
the dark thoughts or the happy thoughts
they both make me very conflicted
and most times I don't know the difference

Dark Thoughts

They consume 99% of my mind
there isn't a time where they don't leave my mind
**** yourself
**** yourself
they scream, suddenly I that's all I think in my mind
Next thing I know,
there I am doing what is being thought in my mind
Slit the wrist
Slit the wrist
turns to be what I do..
**** yourself
**** yourself
and so,
I try to

Happy thoughts

My mind doesn't have many
but when it does it's very scary
Be Happy
Be Happy
the thought wants me to think
but it isn't the type of dream I can believe
Happiness doesn't exist
Just like my first kiss.
When the happy thoughts do come along
they do not last very long
they flash through my mind
like when the wind rushes by
it's there one minute but not the next
and so I am left with a crazy mess

I don't know what to think
but the happy and dark thoughts is what it seems to be
They are scarier than the days that come and go
mainly because the happy ones never show
dark ones always appear one way or the other
and so I do
what they have told.

The comedian is depressed—
Irony at its peak.
People cannot see the lies
Whenever she starts to speak.

The comedian is depressed.
Her smiles are not her own.
Day and night pass by and by,
Her house is not a home.

The comedian is depressed,
But the audience cannot tell.
In the end that's all that matters,
That, and if you perform well.

The comedian is depressed,
Head filled with gray and blue.
You cannot know the full extent
Until you acknowledge that it's true.

The comedian is depressed,
Each laugh is fleeting, at most.
Original thoughts inside her head
Tied her to a whipping post.

The comedians are depressed,
And more are going away.
How much longer till people think
To ask if we're okay?