Come on Rain,
You know better.
You're being played,
Like a fiddle.
And it's
Your
Own
Fault.

Relish the moment thoroughly either happiness or distress,
Don't let this moment impact the next moment,
Because the next moment has it's own birth,
Let every moment has it's birth and death in itself...
Don't try to carry it to the endless dimension of life as one cannot,
And it leads to the ultimate suffering,
If one has to drop that accrued moments at the entrance of eternity...
and you are going to drop it however...
So let it be your immediate volition to drop the essence of the moment,
"Memory is the past,future is fantasy,now is the existence".
So be with the existence always,it will undo the past and fix the future..

That single leaf flutters by
with the wind swooshing it right and left
until on the ground safely it lands
my feet click and clack
with the pale concrete floor
and so do yours
just next to mine
The wind pushes softly
playing with both our hair
you joke and i giggle
you smile and i blush
The wind is more violent
the clouds are more gloomy
the wind pushes your hand
right into mines, you claimed !
and my heart smiles
never like before
off the ground lifted i feel
like that leaf swooshing
in the warm windy air
you glance at me softly
and agree with my thoughts
But to ever land
back on the concrete ground,
shall I?

I am a fool,
Designed to crave forbidden fruit,
Made to flagellate myself,
Over and over,
Until my skin tears,
And rivulets of blood seep down my back,
I am a victim of my own folly,
A prisoner in my self imposed prison,
Praying for another day,
Where I can taste the sun on my skin

you have a way with words
and by that i mean you only speak in apologies
im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry
it would be ok if you didnt apologize for all the wrong things.

I am told that I should love my body,
and I should not be ashamed.
BUT the white, conservative men tell me otherwise, making me feel nothing but shame.

When did it become okay for a male's education to be more important than a woman's rights?

When did it become okay to sexualize a woman just because her shirt does not cover her rear end?

This is apparent in the things my teachers have told me.
"Your shirt must be fingertip length when wearing yoga pants," she said.
"Why?"
"Because the males that sit in the class might be too destracted to listen to my lecture."

We are treated like *** toys.
Us girls are used for nothing more than a mans pleasure, so they imply.

This is MY body, and no one else's.
I may do what I please,
and no one should have a problem with it.

I refuse to be sexualized and treated like we are living in the 1920s.
But I must conform and live in fear of my consequences.

**** culture is real,
and school's are promoting it.