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Bhawna Jan 2019
Its me,
I was the one
Who allowed you
I was the one
Who is hurt

Its me,
I am the one
Who cared
I am the one
Who is blurred

Its me,
I will be the one
Who will be searched
I will be the one
Who will be missed
...
Marissa Jan 2019
please don’t touch me
she said looking at the floor
because while it may seem like no big deal to you
to her, your hands feel like bugs crawling beneath her skin
invading the comfort of her own body
please don’t kiss me
she whispered turning away
because even though she is in a relationship with you
consent still needs to be renewed
like vows to keep each other safe
from the demons of assault
please don’t force me
she begged as she laid beneath you
because a woman is taught that her clothes can’t be too revealing
and her smile can’t be too friendly
instead of teaching men that **** is horrible and no means no
please don’t push someone for ***
because ****** assault is not always a drug induced nightmare or a physical force holding you down
it can be the manipulation or the bribing
the begging or the crying
please don’t forget
it’s not just about ***
it’s about who is in control
and who is controlled
the owner and the object
we are all equals
it’s time to treat us as such
Khoisan Jan 2019
Like fine mature wine
Highly appreciated
Well recommended
underestimated Jan 2019
If someone is being kind and saying hi
You should at least have the decency to look them in the eye
Wud up is all I got... Some people man some people...
Shubham Solanki Dec 2018
I sit by the window
Staring out with hope
Gloomy face eyes low
Captive in this castle
A solitary dreamer
Waiting for the one
Riding with her sword
My dauntless damsel
To rescue me away
far-far away from
this deranged world

I wonder though
What amuses you more
Am I less of a man
Or do you doubt
A woman's valour
Capable of Creating
Life in her womb
Open your petty mind
Break thy stereotypes
Crush the misogyny
Prove to the feminine soul
Chivalry isn't dead anymore
Katie Dec 2018
It's cliche, because it's repeated.

It's repeated, because it's true.

I could never imagine a life

where love didn't equal you.



You listen when I ramble,

and you respect my views.

When I'm lost and lonely,

you hear me out and see me through.



I never feel like less with you,

yet I never feel like more.

We're equals to the core of us,

and that's what love is for:



To make us feel connected to each other,

to make us feel at home

whether we're on Clermont Dr

or whether we're in Rome.



It's cliche, because it's repeated.

It's repeated, because it's true.

You are the person who taught me love.

Love equals you.
Sunshine Dec 2018
My super hero is not big nor tall
My super hero can not climb a wall
My super hero does not wear a cape
My super hero even has a fear.. A Snake !
My super hero is not a bat
Nor does my super hero live with a rat.
My super hero can not fly nor soar
My super hero can not break threw a floor

Although all  these things you see
Don't make a hero at least not to me

A super hero for me
Is one im blessed to see


One that picked me up
and has let me fall
Teaching me to stand tall

One who is always there
Even when their life isn't fair

A super hero is someone
You  see with complete and utter  awe
Pure perfection with signs of reflection
Other than you  have your flaws

Someone you think
is thee best person of all time
One day you hope to mime

Someone else no one in the world
could ever beat
Not even if they were to cheat.

My super hero is beautiful
That anyone can see
My super hero is my creator
Of every angle or any degree


“Love you More than the air I breath”
Is what she whispers sometimes may even shout
My super hero is my mom no doubt ;)
Philomena Dec 2018
I've never been a perfect girl
Had perfect friends
Functioned with a perfect mind
Or flirt with perfect boys

I'm rather broken you'd say
Don't add up to much most days
Add up to nothing at all most nights

So what

So what if i'm not who I was supposed to be
Cause I'm me
And it doesn't add up
But i'm no good with numbers anyways
Particularly tired and annoyed
Amanda Dec 2018
My back is barely a canvas
as my blood drips between my shoulder blades
creating a destructive masterpiece
from allowing the cuts to be visually stimulating
rather than attempting to treat them
with the love and respect
that they deserve.
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