If there is one thing I will always be grateful for,
It is how I was raised and who I am.
My mother taught me that there is no such thing as a *****,
And if I am called that by anyone not to give a ****.

My ****** expression and who I decide to let inside me,
Does not define who I am and my worth.
People may not like what I do and won’t always agree,
But my sexuality is as natural as grass growing in the earth.

And probably the biggest double standard ever,
Has to be the praise men receive when they’re laid.
They get called “badass” and “stud” when they pull off that endeavor,
But if women do the same they are met with lots of shade.

The saying it takes two to tango comes into play here,
Because if a man’s getting laid so is the woman.
So let’s get **** shaming to disappear,
Because after all we are only human.

In October I turn 24,

I don't want to feel young anymore.

If I enter as a girl

Could I leave a woman?

promise me this, or I'm not coming!

Jessica

What’s in a name

Oh what’s in a name

Teeth ache’n sweet  

Oh so sweet

Pure as ****** skin

Oh so pure

They won’t know

Oh no they won’t know

what you’ve done

Oh what have you done?

Pure, sweet girl

Hand me the gun

Oh no they won’t know

coming of age
is the phrase
that reads on the stone slab
above the lonely grave plot
that sits silently with
the wide-eyed ambition
you laid to rest,
limb by limb

it didn't go down easy
it never does

Gravity works in reverse,
while you choke the voice
in your heart,
indefinitely

growing up is the force
that carries down to dirt
the pure desire you harbored
the wishes you whispered

time passes through you
greedily carrying off
speckles of soul,
those precious crystals,
one and only fragmented
flames

nurtured regret will silently snicker

as nature inevitably
throws flowers upon the grave

I want you like one
who only sees sun
through one window
well known in
the darkness alone

I yearn for you like
grass for morning dew
the stars for the moon
with the rising tide and
nighttime gloom

your perfume drives me
mad, it drives me forward
towards the steep cliff
of self-destruction
but there are such pretty
flowers down there
among the rocks

the way you talk makes
me feel alone, my desires
still unknown to you
but my pain & time
are but sorry gifts
distractions from my
short comings

how do you feel knowing
I suffer for you?

how would you react to
knowing I die a little
when you smile?
the world around gets
drained of grandeur
with your beauty
so imposed and
thrilling to endure

your scent makes me
me mad with want,
it's peppered with
my own lonelines

far more intense than a need
I want that perilous leap, though
I am not a man but
mistakes laid in heaps
at your feet

allow me home,
that fleeting feeling of it

shelter from the storm
that rages as time
wears thin the sin
now left drably within

I will find your center,
with it my own,
in flesh & bone
I shall crumble

I am humbled

I am what you see
now before you