To tell her she is oppressed,
They try assaulting her for the way she is dressed To command being served, They try ****** her for the way she was curved They're the classless that spit upon her key, her name, For not inviting them freely into her house. What a shame. Their violation forced humanity to live early life in a tomb, Unaffected, she carries on, as she carries the world in her womb
I'll cover me
even though you liked me cover free, I'll camouflage my feelings like you masked your fakeness
Written somewhere on June, 2020
Honorable. Her design, Respected. Her character, Dignified. Her pages, Well lettered. Her story, Unread. Like a book, mesmerising, Yet too often judged by her cover.
The world put to a halt,
In lockdown Creating this cocoon of ours. Morning kisses Conversations on toast Another coffee for this sleepyhead, It is in those seconds you do not notice That it hits me the most. Who will we be When this page goes down in history? Dressing sharp for a burger Dancing to silence, I will remember Feelings on the tip of my tongue Slowly unlocking - Truth lights up the dark I fell in love During lockdown.
If my assumptions about him are right
It is going to take more than friends for him to see the light Jumped gun without stopping to take a second look Scared before I had a peek under the cover of his book
All is not what it appears to be
i switch to my jeans
i slick back my hair i take off my shirt i show off my abs i slip on my martens i put on my glasses i light up my cig i also come in paperback
For migrating birds
Autumn is vacation time Lucky little birds