Do not call me by your nicknames I can see the poison dripping off your tongue Do not touch me without consent This body is mine and mine alone Do not tell me to stay quiet My words could spark a revolution Do not try to control me My power is unbridled and vicious Do not mistake me for weak I am a force to be reckoned with
This poem was inspired by a sexist and homophobic teacher I have
i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
Tell me has the wind whispered through your bones the way your fingers fall between the strands of my hair. do the leaves drift abound suspended in flight as your heart flutters captured in time.
Tell me do my ardent advances tremble your able will, has my unyielding touch coerced such affections, will our embrace yet come at last, can lips crash into raw ardor.