i always knew i tempted your desires
your hungry eyes on my fair thighs
i saw the way you looked at me
when i bent over to pick up a flower from the ground
to tuck behind my ear; my curls laughing in the wind
i was warm and gentle with a fire in my eyes and a taste for danger
you couldn't place me: whether i was a ****** or a *****
the curve of my back told you stories about hands sliding in my pants
but the freckle on my cheeks told you i'd never touched a man in my life
you weren't sure what excited you more
thinking i was a **** for free,
a school girl without a history,
or knowing that you'd never know which one i was.
i knew that the length of my neck
gave you ideas about your teeth staining the skin
that my pink parted mouth
was built for you to crawl inside it
baby girl or ***** *****
you never could decide which
only that i played out your ******-***** fantasies
untouchable, waiting for you.
innocent outside, ***** to the core.

i always knew i tempted your desires
by my mere existence and the shape of a woman
i saw the way you looked at me
but i never thought you'd pin me to the wall
while i screamed for freedom into your hand
my muffled cries tempted your desires and you couldn't help but enjoy it
when the blood ran down my thighs
your dilemma was solved
and you realized that no one had touched me
the way you had
that tempted your desires
so you did it
again
and
again
and
again
until
i no longer
bled
or
cried
the fire
in
my
eyes
died
and
you
were
no
longer
tempted
by
my
******
in-betweens
or
the
dimples
in
my cheeks.

you
walked
away
free.

Yeah you, *******!
Woody!
If you're gonna get mad at being trolled,
You troll,
Don't you dare take it out on my pack
See?
Now I'm a "woof *****"
I was a Phoenix before,
But reincarnation got the better of me this time round
So!
Allons-y, mofongulu!
In case you don't get that, roughly, that's
Later, *******!

Trying not to think.
I drink.
The pain remains.
Listening to your heartless claims.
Reject me.
You're free.
I never loved you anyway.
I always knew you'd betray.
Even when I can't drink anymore.
You are still just a *****.

Was he worth it?
Did he taste good; make you feel okay?
How many times?
How many men?
Darling you're only good enough for your own selfish gain.
Don't pretend to be innocent.
It takes two.

I am my lover's *****. 
I am not the object of his affection 
but rather a tangible stable entity 
he sometimes chases after. 
Much like a dog 
craving his favorite chew toy. 
Playfully rolling in a puddle of mud 
which coincidentally is exactly
what he thinks of me.
A property, only his to be owned
Even when he throws me away, 
I should never dare to dethrone him
from the place he still thinks he owns.
To him I am unclean,
forgetting that his own hands 
have soiled my soul more than 
the ones before him. 
He wraps his unkind words
around my neck, 
ruthless knots I can't forget. 
He speaks of growing old 
while he eagerly counts down
the years to my death.
Not knowing that with every breath
I now die a little less.
Because when he leaves,
the noose around my neck loosens
a volcanic anger flows from within me
full of realisation that he can no longer have me, 
because I now come at an expense
he can no longer afford.

My mother sowed seeds from dawn until dusk
My father kept sheep-
My brother tended pigs in his backyard-
They all attended church every Sunday.
My sister was a *****.

All had busted backs when they were fifty,
My sister had a big house in New York.
All had religion,
But my sister had the money.
At ninety, with everyone else long dead,
She lives in glorious luxury
Smiling gently at all those hard-working people
Who believe in god
Her ageless insouciance worn like a pearl.

Smashing the bottle on my head
Gives mother even more dread
How could she marry such evil man
Especially with a name like Dan
"Stop, Stop," She screams at the top of her lungs
But after she said it she bit her tongue
As he throws her into the front door
Wanting to **** that, "*****"

Though I've never tasted another's blood before
I think tonight will have an encore
As I beat my dad to death
Running to the kitchen goes dear old Beth

With a knife in my hand
And my feet in the sand
I rip open his insides
To replace my frown, besides
Spilling all over the floor
The guts fill the room
Squeezing through the door.

I don't care who you are, if you judge people for a living then I recommend that you take a long good look at your life because if you are taking that time out of your life to criticize other people for being someone that they want to be then you need to fix yourself. Fix your mind set. Fix the way you see the world because who ever taught you that being yourself is wrong did not teach you right. I will not judge you for wanting to be a different gender. I will not judge you for your beliefs and religions. I will not judge you for the clothes you wear or the music you listen too so why the **** should you be able to judge me? I as so sick of being looked at and automatically labeled. If I wanted to be labeled then I would label myself.

*****
*****
*****
You're such a  ******* *****
Can't you just give your body a break already?
You've had enough guys in you already!
I can't believe you're my *daughter
Daughter
You're a little ****, aren't you?
You sure do get around a lot, don't you?
Haven't you ****** the entire school already?
Come with me, lets go get you tested for *** and STD's
I got you a pregnancy test...
Gotta know if you're going to pop another little **** out

My own mother yells at me, day in and day out
But then proceeds to ask
"Why are you so depressed? (Yells to another person) Awe poor little girl is depressed!"
I was an accident at 17.
she has the audacity to tell me that I can't get pregnant?
Not that I want to.
I want to have the children of those I love, not just someone you "guess will marry, since I have a child"

Sincerely,
Your little *****