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Kashish Aug 27
I am a woman. I can be all by myself
I am equal to a ‘man’
I don’t need anybody to look after me
I need no man to hold my hand.
I am a woman. I am tender, not fragile
I can indulge in all life has to offer and intensely feel all the emotions
I have strength tenfold. I can fight for my freedoms and rights
Nothing can restrict me from fulfilling my dreams and aspirations.  
I am a woman. I bleed red
Grievous cramps drag me closer to death, and still, I put up a smile
It is pride, no shame. I bleed to create the world.
Even if I am tagged ‘impure’, I am not going to smother behind the veil
I am a woman. I deserve to be treated with respect
I will never settle for less, in equality I believe
I am neither born to satisfy a man’s hunger nor to be a victim of dominance
Instead, I am born to be a woman of my choice.
Poetry is unarguably the best way to express,
Your exodus of misery and sorrow,
Fears and tears,
Inspiration and happiness,
Invincibility and dominance,
Innocence and guilty conscience,
Would anyone like to object?
Because that prospect,
I truly suspect,
Let your counter-argument be that direct
Kate Muffins Apr 15
To the most dominant perspectives of the world
Where do your ideas stand in the real screen?
To those affinities binding parts together
What does your purpose prove to mean?

That faith, that courage, that growth grieving inside
Hope to overcome the hurdles of daily creations
Drowning in the ocean of total hollowness
Helping each other, just pretty illusions.

I know this may not hold any meaning to some
May hold something to stand against odds,
Show me the light, break the boundaries
Of lively destruction and bring alive the thoughts.

Let me get there, Me, a tiny being of the universe
Holding on to the firm delicacy I dream
Words craving to follow up to one another
Of my insanity, I pray, I Redeem !

                                            - Kate Muffins.
This is to put forward one's actual existence in this so called world's well renowned society and the rays of light of self introspection and freedom which are hidden in the cracks of the walls of that society.
I need you to call my name.

I want to hear it escape your throat.

You know my name. It is the one
that sounds like the stabbing of
steel shovels into sodden soil.

It is the one you addressed
on all those notes and letters.

Say it. Say it now.
Cry my name.

You will say it, even if
it spills from your teeth
and stains your ******* skin.

by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
You're ******* right

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dv8ed Sep 2019
I’m touched by desire
my chest fills with fire

You’ll feel it burn your skin
As You start to Pull me in

Breathing in my flames
You’re drowning in my waves

now you can’t escape..
You’re trapped inside my gate

I held the key
to let you free
But it’s been tossed out at the sea
Isn’t it Funny how this happened ?
You claimed me as your sinking ship
But now
the captain

-S. Giselle
Hearing of death kills me,
Its words cut threw me like daggers,
Yet, with a voice like honey,
I have a great fear of death yet I went out of my way to kiss it,
Its cold embraced me,
Its tounge beckoned for entrance.
Its kiss was sweet,
Only to be disturbed with a bitter aftertaste,
Battling for dominance,
is a battle for which I have one,
death has left me,
Only to fall for HIM again.
Turns out I'm not as innocent as you may have thought. Yes, I have tangoed with death many a times. (Suicidal).. This poem can also reflect love. It depends on how you look at it. They heart as well as love.. is a treacherous thing. Yes, death is a ****. (Gay as well... very much gender confused.)
Jaxey Mar 2019
don't beg for help
on how to get back up
from the feet
that stood on your legs
and convinced you
you couldn't walk
in the first place
only the broken will understand
c Jan 2019
My father
Has been a Man
All his life
And I capitalize Man
Because his terms
Of masculinity
Include being
The Man

He doesn’t like the word
Unless it’s in his voice
And under his control

Control is his ego
I think
He likes a grip on everything
So tight it chokes us
And he wonders why
I’m slipping away
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