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Merry Aug 17
They say only the good die young
I don't think that's quite right
Unless I'm more rotten than you
Your lungs were polluted
Your legs were open
And yet it was your casket
Which closed first
Bella Nov 2017
Thank you mom

for using harsher words,
than the boys in middle school did

for teaching me to love myself,
and then **** shaming me

I should let you know that all the boys at school were joking,
but from the tone in your voice I knew that you weren't

Thank you Mom

for bringing up impossible conversations,
in situations where I can't escape

like that lovely conversation in the car,
on the way home from school

the one about birth control,
when I desperately tried voice my opinion for the hundredth time

hoping that maybe you'd finally understand,
there was no need for it

nothing good or helpful came from it,
only inconvenience and discomfort

Thank you Mom

for leaving me stripped and naked,
with a spotlight shining on me

there's nowhere to go,
nowhere but out the car door onto the highway

that actually didn't seem like a bad option,
I always have preferred blood to tears

Thank you Mom

for expressing how you,
“don't want to raise your grandchild”

it's like, when I said I'm waiting,
it went through one ear and out the other, for the hundredth time

Thank you Mom

for giving me so much confidence,
and then taking it back, More easily than you gave it to me

Thank you Mom

for giving me such confidence,
that I'm a disappointment
My mom is good until she isn't. Like outright saying, "I don't want to raise my grandchild"
Rylee Oct 2017
Thursday, September 7th, 2017
She might’ve dressed to impress
She dressed to the nines all the time
But can’t you read between the lines
Couldn’t you see the signs?
And see the way she shines when she,
Gets that feeling,
The feeling when she looks in the mirror
She doesn’t give a **** about anybody’s opinion
She doesn’t want to be one of the world’s minions
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you
You say she’s a ****, she says she doesn’t give a ****
But underneath, her bones are breaking from the sticks and stones,
Her heart is hurt from those words that were supposed to not hurt
But when you **** with her, you **** with me, and trust me
In the end you will have wished you never called her a ****
You,
She has problems of her own
She doesn’t let them show
She doesn’t want to seem weak, so she doesn’t speak
But on the inside she’s crying, and that shine is dying
The feeling of looking in that clear mirror
But in the end
You called a dead girl a ****
amira al madami Mar 2017
I blame men
that tell I'm *****
that my desires are shameful
and think their touch has the power to defile me
they tell me my wants taint my being
damage my estimated price as a woman
reduce me to a wrongly preconcieved notion of femininity

I was first called a **** by my mother
who was a called a **** by hers in turn
who was called a **** by hers
...

I still blame men
s Jan 2016
Call me a ****
I'm a ******.
Call me a ****
I was *****.
Call me a ****
I want to have ***.
Call me a ****
I *******.

Call me a ****
I fell in love.
Call me a ****
I kissed a boy.
Call me a ****
I touch myself.
Call me a ****
there's things I enjoy.

Call me a ****
he hurt me.
Call me a ****
I said no.
Call me a ****
he did it anyway.
Call me a ****
I don't know.

Call me a ****
I can hear you.
Call me a ****
scream it loud.
Call me a ****
although I might cut.
Call me a ****
like you're proud.

Call me a ****
it will hurt me.
Call me a ****
This I swear.
Call me a ****
I know it's not true.
Call me a ****
it's not fair.
Myranda Earl Oct 2015
1.You tasted of smoke
And it fogged my vision.
Seven years distance

2. I thought you were edgy
but it turns out that you were
into younger girls

3. Gingers were my thing
but the taste of vinegar
was too revolting

4.You were everything
but you killed our unborn child
I still loved you

4. You always said stuff
that you never meant to keep
You taught me to lie

4. You were a *** head
and not a very calm one
you made me fear ****

4. there are so many
different things i could say
but i buried you

5. I only ****** you
as revenge against four
you kept falling out

6. Four cheated on me
so I ****** you at a party
that we both were at

7. We ****** in the trees
in the middle of the town
I just layed there quiet

8. We didn't have ***
you just fingered me and left
but you still ****** me

9.You were just a fling
but it felt like you loved me
it lasted a month

10. You were my best friend
it should have remained that way
you were a father.

11. I don't remember
your name or the taste you left
i think you threw up

12. we only had ***
because I was a wing man
you had great music

13. You were the dorm plug
And the first black guy to see
me completely ****

14. the only thing i
remember is your brown eyes
I hate that color

15. You got me so drunk
And you promised me breakfast
My name was Skrillex

16. the haiku form is
of an appropriate length
to describe this ****

17. We had a three way
you me and my disorder
Bipolar ***** hard.

18. You weren't attractive
but just enough alcohol
and you were okay.

19. Really don't recall
I think it was Halloween
I was too ****** up

20. I told you no ***
So you asked me out instead
I was so lonely

21. It took twenty one.
twenty one times to **** up
I found perfection.
Audra Apr 2015
I spend my nights scrubbing my skin raw to rid myself of the filth your hands left on my hips. I cannot cleanse my body of the places your lips caressed. I cannot turn back time and erase every moment of pleasure that ultimately changed the way people view me. When they look at me they should see who I am not who has put their hands on me. I am not a lesser being because I have been touched. I refuse to sit back and be labeled as a impure while you get praised for the same action. I refuse to succumb to sexist values. I will not tolerate being treated this way. The shame you and others have put on me ends here.

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