whipped back across the line
in harsh tones of childhood trauma
vile acidic tongue
lapped and corroded the biodome,
which maintains the constructs
of who I am needed to be
white smoke fills the black space
changing gray as it wafts through
ever so slowly

Patch the chemical burn!
Patch it NOW!

before it compromises emotion
before it spreads and corrupts
the foundation of all
the slightest justification
can stop the seepage
Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies
honesty isn't truth
when used as a weapon

watching the dome slowly fail
smoke seeping through pinholes
waiting for the death of hope
frozen in place by hateful expressions
of those who claim not to care

The pigeons picked at the
crumbs in between the diamonds.
But they were more than likely
just pieces of broken glass.

The occupants of
the Mad house sit
out front on the concrete steps.
The look on their faces
say they are far
away from all of this used to be.

He could have been a
family man, a respected man.
Instead he slept like a
naive little baby, curled up on
the concrete with only
a wine stained coat for comfort.

This here is an asphalt
run still alive with history.

Good time girls and juiced up
sailors once painted this
street red with painted kisses
and fist fight blood.

The guys danced with the
women whose lips were
as red as the wine they drank.

This all should have gone
on forever.

All that is left now are
the pigeons and
the broken glass.

The winos and the Mad ones,
who shuffle like lost penguins
along Beacon street.
Still waiting for
the party to begin.

Stupid white girl.
We are not allowed to do anything.
We're prim and proper, white girls.
We are not allowed to fight back.
Put us in our place, white girls.
We are not allowed real work.
We still want our twenty three cents back.

The child of fair skin and blue eyes.
But with all my female privilege,
Came a nasty stamp on my body.
Like a watermark.
FEMALE.
I have heard that when a woman looks in the mirror, she sees a woman.
But when a man looks in the mirror, he sees a human.

Even with that watermark, our pale skin is used as a canvas.
And everyone else has been handed the tools to color in our curves.
Covering us in blue and black and purple and red.
Redrawing our minds so they cannot process the discrimination,
Painting over our tears so our feelings can be buried,
Manufacturing open legs when you want them,
Closed when you don't.
Erasing the lips we use to speak out,
Erasing the eyes we use to see all of this.

You think just because you held the brush,
Just because you created this monstrosity of a "masterpiece"
You get to claim ownership of this piece of artwork
That you blatantly disregard
Is my BODY.

The "fe" you tack onto "male"
Does not stand for Free Entry.
The "wo" you tack onto "man"
Does not stand for Wipe Out.

Women are barely able hold a pencil.
I was lucky to hold one long enough to draw myself
A conscience, a backbone, legs to stand on, and a mind.
We were only taught how to use the back end of that pencil
To erase our mouth and keep the secrets.
But these days the secrets are keeping themselves.

I will not be put in a glass case
You will not charge admission
To have people come and analyze me.
Buy me.
Give me value.
Categorize me.
Preserve me the way you created.

You are no artists.
You are vandals.

Infatuated is me, infatuated is we, infatuation for the both of us as we celebrate the love that we both receive.

Two of a kind we are, as our hearts multiply...excited about all the tricks and treats of our ****** desires

Comparing both our minds oh how it's so divine. That the love we have for each other can never expire..

Infatuated is me, infatuated is we, infatuation for the both of us as we celebrate the love that we both receive.

here's a letter so i can ensure this is not your fault
and never will
don't you dare think that
you're one of a kind

don't be alarmed
when i'm gone
it's not your fault
you tried your best
i tried too little

you were good to me
i was bad to you
i was bad to everyone
i deserve my fate

i'm sorry i broke my promise
please don't hate me
don't shed a tear for me either
i'm not worth your golden output

remember that i love you
and i love the memories we shared
and the jokes we made
the worlds we created
and the worlds that never got to be visited

please still live on the memories i destroyed
they're meant to be shared
not just for us, but for the world we would have changed
the world that is in your hands
and is left for you to take on

you're strong and are able to do this
without me
without any burdens
because you're strong, brave, and powerful
everything i am not
and can never be

i love you
regardless of where my body lays

Dear Lust,
Sweet, sweet seduction
Why do I deny you?

You've always been my friend
Always understood me
Lust, You were there when no one else was

Dear Temptation,
If only I could find it in myself
To separate the grey

All I want is to give in
All I need is to feel the happiness you offer
But still I pull away

My better judgment still tortures me
Ah, sweet seduction
Soon enough, I will say yes to you, My Dear