We played wake the dead by Chevy A cemetery of granite soils soaked in high school hormones She said yes again and again and again "May---I's" met with more, more, more Together, we came to met that Irish Deity, O'Gawd and when I asked her to marry me -----She said "Yes!"----- And the word became flesh
> From my manuscript: Coal Seams, Company Town Vignettes > As published in The Pennsylvania Poet's Society magazine, Pennessence
I don’t speak for everyone, I can only speak for me. I don’t want a silly toy to Make me feel weak at the knee. I don’t want a handsome savior, Riding in on a white horse Just so years later I end up Sad, fat and divorced. I want to be myself, Open and free. No one on this earth Who should chain me. Not outside of privacy of my bedroom. Can you blame me?
Equal or I walk away. Equal. Or I cannot stay. Does not mean stuck in our ways- Just expect to be treated with respect. Discuss our decisions Or the visions of us dies. Open communication- Not entangled in webs of lies. I refuse to be used up, Laid out to dry. I don’t have to die, Not yet. Get wreckt.
“You’re worth so much more” “*** isn’t what everyone wants from you” “You’re body isn’t the only reason guys like you”
If it isn’t, Then please tell me, Why every guy that talks to me Winds up wanting to **** me? I’ve been told all my life, That it’s okay to say no. That no means no. But when it really comes down to it? It’s really hard to say no. Especially when everyone just wants to keep their ***** warm. Selfish Rude Pure ***** All of these things are things that I have been called Because I said no. I’m selfish because my body isn’t meant for just me, It’s meant for every man that wants to touch it. Rude because “no” is a violent word. Pure because I must be untouched if I don’t want to *****. ***** because I’m no fun and keep it covered. My worth is not determined by how many people want to **** me. My worth is not determined by how my body makes others feel. My worth is not determined by my body. My worth is not determined by you. So stop thinking it is.
Ladies, It’s okay to say no. Don’t let anyone touch your body that you don’t want. Communicate with your significant other. Tell them what you like, Tell them what you don’t like. And as cliche as it sounds, No means no! Because even though you might get called names, Or told that you’re just being selfish, It’s not true. And if they say things like that to you, Then they don’t respect you. And why would you want someone who doesn’t respect you, Find out what you look like underneath the clothes that armor you?
It rumbles and roars The rage I harbor in my bones Unsung song of contention Bitter and bilious in my mouth Because when I tried to speak, nobody was listening
Boundries of consent are drawn at home And maintained before being extended To a world where Xanthippe is a slur Between giving up a career and giving in to a creep There isn't much of an option
Shame is the best weapon after fear In the arsenal of patriarchy Ammo of choice for its sari draped agents To keep young women in line lest they Sprout a tongue or mind of their own
Decades of silence has fed the fire of rage Licking and moulding my contours Till I turn into Jael yielding pen Refusing to be a collateral any longer, ready To nail Sisera, with or without a Barak to celebrate