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 Apr 2015
wordvango
lord one day,
these kaleidoscopic visions
will tip my tongue become
ink stained virgins
with

so portray
telescope out sideways
will tilt my wrong to right
sink blame urgent
then

I say when
I write dope out my pens
still the long night torments
feel whole spend
the

whirling round in
a convenient way
so left on the
right of wrong the
correct verbs
the right way/
 Apr 2015
kayla morrison
I'm not.

My Dad thinks I should
be out burning bras
showing off unshaved legs
parading through the streets "like the gays."

I do not.

I remember talking in highscool
about my imaginary rich husband,
and never working again.

                                                My Dad does not.

He remembers panicking in hischool
telling me not to be a cheerleader
asking "why can't girls play on he football team?"

                                  My Dad does not realize,

I don't want to burn my
Victoria's Secret push up bra,
I want to shave my legs.

My dad thinks
the only person who
can decide whether
or not
to keep a baby
is a woman.

I do not.

A baby-life
is created by a
man and a woman.

It should take a
man and a woman to decide.

                               My Dad does not realize it,

He thinks I am a product of
the patriarchy,
a victim to the crime.

but,

I don't want to
march down the streets of Boston,
****.

Because I know some women,
cry **** when its a lie.

I know some men,
who cant cry
for help,
because **** is a woman's issue.

                    My Dad does not realize it hurts,

because
I am not a feminist,
I am an equalist.

I believe in
mutual respect,
choice,
balance.

Stay at home moms
and
Stay at home dads.

   My dad does not realize it hurts the cause to be a "feminist"

My dad is a feminist,
I am not.
 Apr 2015
b for short
He can’t dull the ache;
the sting which follows his phrase
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2015
 Apr 2015
b for short
Truth: damaged people
tend to do damage themselves.
Keep your eyes open.
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2015
 Apr 2015
Dustin Matthews
Our lips taste of wine

Her naked body pressed mine

Intoxicating!!
© All Rights Reserved
Dustin Matthews
 Apr 2015
b for short
I have lost my place
between your warmth and your chill.
I think I'll stay lost.
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2015
 Apr 2015
Sydney Ann
Once there was a midnight city
Where trouble never lurked
Moonlight swam throughout the streets
And I let it take me home

I who live amongst the shadows
In your deepest inner dreams
I who am a nameless figure
Who speaks with silent screams

A magical moonlit midnight city
Immune to plagues like pain and pity
My homeland I do hold dear
The secret place I'll never fear
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