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 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
NV
MY GOD,
I HAVE INHALED ABANDONMENT FOR SO LONG,
THAT ANY SCENT OF LOVE IN THE AIR,
MAKES IT HARD FOR ME TO BREATHE.
PLUS,
THE TANKS OF OXYGEN ALWAYS SEEM TO BE MIXED WITH A HIGH DOSAGE OF PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY,
AND I WEAR THE MASKS SO OFTEN,
I FORGET I EVEN HAVE THEM ON.
 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
River
If I were a boy
I would have so much less fear
I wouldn't always have to look behind my back
And be wary of who I choose to keep near
I wouldn't have to be scared about being assertive
When the guy who's flirting with me makes me disconcerted

If I were a boy
I could go out for a jog
And run in a remote area
I could go hiking and camping all alone
And not have to worry
About being ***** and murdered

If I were a boy
I wouldn't have to question what clothes I wear
Hiding myself under layers,
Because I'm scared
That I'll be abused and ravaged
If I'm attrative

If I were a boy
Reading the news about
The **** and ****** of women
Might not affect me as much as it does
It wouldn't make me reconsider
If I should go outside today,
Ride my bike alone today
Make sure the door is locked and the alarm is set
So hopefully I can get my rest
Without fearing for my life

If I were a boy
Maybe I wouldn't imagine
What it's like to be a woman
Going about her life,
Suddenly attacked by a stranger,
Struggling for her dignity and then her life
Dying under the crushing force of hatred in her killer's eyes

If I were a boy
I wouldn't understand the reasons why a woman would be scared to be a woman.
This poem is dedicated to Karina Vetrano and Vanessa Marcotte, two women who were recently ***** and murdered only days a part.
 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
River
Sinister
Sloppy
Serene
Is what I--
is what I mean...

I guess,
I guess you could say
I feel un-
heard
un-
seen
un-
said
Possibly,
possibly,
possibly
All in my head;
Well,
you're dead.

Well-fed
in a bed
Wishing
Storms roaring in
my core
For
ever
For
ever
For
ever
more

And it's sore
My mind is so sore
and my heart is blank
Ow,
ow,
ow
The pain is
insane
and I'm speaking from
my left-side
brain...
Explain?

Sinister minister
Goes
to the hill
Where there is scare
and the pill
That you put it on the
under
side
of your
tongue
and then
and then
and then
the fun is
begun.
My brain is malfunctioning.
 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
Alaska
everybody's talking about love
the kind every little girl dreams of
but who's talking about this kind of attraction
where when i look at you
all i can see is perfection
all i know is that this ain't love
at least not the love they all dream of
 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
Alaska
I still remember
the look in your eyes
when I was standing
in front of the building
crying and shaking
you came down the stairs
asking what happened
you opened the door
not letting me out of your view
together we climbed the stairs
and when we were inside
i saw that you cried
in your room
when you were alone
and suddenly i knew
nobody's perfect
*- therapists can have therapists too
 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
Alaska
All those open windows but no fresh air,
all those open doors but nowhere to go,
all those open books but no stories to read,
all those songs but nothing to listen to,
all those people but nobody to talk to,
all those things but nothing to do.

What would you do,
if you got the message today,
that your life's gonna be over in May?

Would you spend your time waiting for the end,
or rather try to fulfill all those dreams,
you thought you had enough time to do in the future?

If you had the chance to go anywhere,
would you go somewhere or to somebody?
If you could choose,
would you stay alone or in company?

Don't ever take all those things for granted,
did you ever think about what happens after all this ends?

If the dreamer dies,
what happens to the dream?
 Oct 2016 Greta Wocheski
Alaska
the girl sitting next to the door
frequently
tapping her feet on the floor
when you look her in the eyes
she'll hide her face and look away
what would you say if you'd recognize
her body's just made of anxiety
What happens behind closed doors
Can still be heard
Through open windows
i'm so accustomed
to inhaling everyone's smoke rings
i allow their own stresses
to course throughout my veins
i'm broken because my decisions are poor
much like my family
too far below the poverty line
facing eviction
something no
16
13
11
or
8
year old child should have to be afraid of
i let the relationships around me
serve as platform to my self pity
for relationships i could not make work
i sit here
all too aware
of the noxious poisons i inhale
i am forced to fear for my life
and those of my siblings
those of my friends
that of my father
of my mother
simply because
i am the lowercase girl
quietly breathing in everyone's
choke worthy secondhand smoke
Don't wear the white skirts
The white underwear
The white dress
The white pants
Unless you want red splotches
Oh you, want to look cute today
You aren't expecting me for another week
Here, let me ruin this for you
*****, you wanna go?
Okay, who has the ****** pills?
...the what...?
Ibuprofen!
****** just hand it over
And the blood just keeps flowing
Also, how the **** did someone determine
The average of
1 teaspoon of blood loss per month
Actually, I don't wanna know
So sorry I forgot to get pregnant
Now Mother Nature has to be a ****
Oh wait, that's what's causing this pain
.
.
.
******* girl problems
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