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 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
Meera
I am sick of the stares that follow me everywhere
And of the letches I find on the street
I am sick of being catcalled on roads
And  then asked to be silent about it
I am sick of the curfews that my parents impose on me
And their fears about my safety which it reflects
I am sick of the **** cases I hear about everyday
And the threat that i might be its victim too
I am sick of acid attacks
And of one-sided lovers whose love isn’t actually love
I am sick of listening about dowry victims
And of how people burn their brides for money
I am sick about not being treated equally as men
And the discrimination I see everywhere
I am sick of being judged by my clothes
As if they aren’t my clothes but my character
Yes I am a woman
And trust me I am sick of it
Having undergone inexplicable misery being a woman in a place where women were placed on an elevated level in the past, the present commotion
of a world with annihilated human sensibility seems to have made life of women  a terrible experience in diurnal move in every day life forcing live in misery and pain.
 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
LeV3e
Ouroboros
 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
LeV3e
Trying to capture my
Feelings for you is like
Watching an adder bite
The tip of its' patterned tail.

Writing for you is like
Waiting for raptures light
To spark inspirations, so
The right words might bless me

Loving you has restored my
Life from the shambles
The shadows of loneliness
To our unions bright future

I live everyday
To see your beautiful face
I'll brave any storm to
Reach your embrace, and I swear

To the end of my days
I'll be the best in my way
For you, my lovely friend
I would do almost anything.
 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
rachel burch
Please don’t ask me about the
Shake in my hands,
The kicks of my legs
The pain behind my eyes.
What keeps me
In these beds, these chairs...
What made me scream in my sleep
In those first years...

Ask me how I feel
When I see a buzzard fly low
Scaling the fields with its beauty.
Ask me how I feel when I see a kingfisher
Trail blue beauty on a grey day.

Ask me how mossy rivers
Still weave a path
Around my heart. I
Feel their flow still, from here.

Ask me how I feel
When my fragile body
Sits beside them
In those precious moments
Held high against the grey.

Ask me how I feel
When blackbirds
At dusk promise beauty
Scythed feather calls
From the dark.

Ask me how I feel
When the shadows move the hills
When light shapes the dark
When the old gods call in
Winter winds.

Ask me how I feel
When I capture their image
On a sensor, when my
Heart soars with the swallows.
 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
Martina Ngose
It is exhausting,
all the time I've put in for people who care less.
It is exhausting,
the amount of energy I've wasted fighting for things
that won't last.
It is exhausting,
punishing myself for not reaching my goals.
This time,
I've chosen to be kinder and softer,
more understanding and forgiving of myself
I'm just trying to love myself a little more.
#selflove #beingandbecoming #selfkindnessiscool #takecareofyou #firstlovethyself
 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
Baylee Kaye
Flow
 Feb 2018 JWolfeB
Baylee Kaye
Chocolate flowed right from his lips.
Dripping down the dampened ships.
My tongue awakened.
My bones they ached and,
the melted chocolate, still it drips.
someone tell me why I’m writing so much about chocolate...I think it’s since it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I’ve eaten so many fine chocolates, they remind me of emotions. They’re addictive.
 Jan 2018 JWolfeB
wordvango
This day
 Jan 2018 JWolfeB
wordvango
Has a name
this everyday
Just another one like any
The name is not necessary
For it to be special
Call it what you will
It is today
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