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You think you know me as I walk down the street.
You notice the sway in my hips, the way I dress, and the fast but even steps I take.
Then you do it, you try to take me down, based on stereotypes and your lack of knowledge.

“Hey ****” you yell, trying to rip me down, make me worthless.
“How much are you, I wanna take you home with me” Trying to buy me, make me your toy.

You don’t realize how bad you want it, you want to see the prize hanging between my thighs, and you want to feel the gentle sway of my semi-plump *** as I ride to the beat of your satisfied moans. You want to feel the hard curves of my body, and see the ***-crazed look in my eyes.

You want me because I emit confidence, and you see me as this concept, this thing that you cannot reach. You, the straight, privileged man, then try to tear me down because I am a concept you want but cannot have.

But Darling, I am untamable, uncatchable, and to confident to be taken down by your remarks. I am attractive, intelligent, ****, and know how to flaunt all that I have, and if I don’t have something then I go and get it. You let your fear hold you back. You try to bully others to feel the same. Knock me down all you want, because you’re really mad that you can’t take me to your bed.
 Sep 2014 jls
Rory
And on that day
When you died in my arms
I swore to God
I’d never let that happen again

Even if I had
To wait a thousand years to
See you again I’d
Keep waiting for all of forever

A beast used to
Live in my heart but I
Chased him away when
I had lost you for eternity

Eternal life is nothing
Without a love to share it
The king has given
Up his crown for good now
 Sep 2014 jls
Amelia
VIRUS
 Sep 2014 jls
Amelia
I do not bite my fingernails
at the thought of you
crawling back and infecting me;
I refuse to be your host.

I will flick you away
like ashes
and you will burn
and crumble
in the wind.

I will not let you touch me.
I will drown you.

You will be gone.

I am here. I am here. I am here.
 Sep 2014 jls
Lexie
No velvet ropes
Or ticket takers
Just sunken chests
And heart breakers
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