#femininepower
Even when the body is tea,
She drinks a lot of coffee —
Just to keep her grind in
_A man’s world_
Don’t you spoil the tea, of the
Long steeping, burned tongue
And cups swallowed too fast —
Of all it took to fill her brim.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
who would have thought?
isn’t that the girl from 103?
she left that scoundrel,
now lives on the east side.
she should be
the pretty girl with the ribbon bow,
shining every day,
dancing until her feet blister,
getting ready with her friends,
singing with joy,
inking in red
a silly smile
on a boy’s cheek—
not crying at nightfall,
afraid of the monster.
he’s already locked away,
watching the sunrise
through bars.
but yours rises round,
burning like fire—
and tells anyone who dares to see:
fear is no longer yours to keep.
no man
will ever again
hold the power
to make you suffer.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
I showed one of my poems to my best friend.
He was horrified.
Said I write poems as if I were a submissive woman.
I found it funny —
that’s not how I’d describe myself.
But if I think about it,
for a long time I tried to fit
into the mold of a Proverbs 31 woman —
the perfect keeper of the home,
the crown upon her husband’s head.
Eventually, I realized I didn’t fit there.
Not because she was flawed —
but because it was an expectation too small
for someone who is far greater.
I wear my own crown.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
Understand this once and for all!
Within me, I am as many as I choose to be
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not sick
I’ve never been as sane as I am today
But the strength of a single woman is not enough for me
I need to be many
I need to be Athena
But I also need to be Persephone
At times I’ll be Hera
But most of the time, Aphrodite
And, strangely enough, I’ll be Hestia, Demeter, and Artemis
All at once, or in their rightful time
Because this is me—unique
Goddess of myself
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Королевы ковров
И кухонных красот,
Отрывают пасти
И уходят в ночь.
Покоряют вершины,
Зарываются в мох
И по квадрату ковра
Стираются прочь.
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
Рассосалась барышня,
В колёса оделась
И моргает фарами,
Как будто гнеда.
Да, погнала яркая,
По встречке хай-левел,
Ах, какая бабочка
У, камелька!
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
Фике погнала в фаэтоне
И закружила в фуэте,
На чьем-то штопанном погоне
НогастаЯ кобыловЭ.
А Либертэ уже флаконит
Эгалите, Фратерните,
Пике дымится, дама стонет,
Шарман, где Кафка и лавэ?
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC
Роден ваял из силикона
И прочих вешних мутей
Себе Венеру-примадонну,
С глазами Тутти-Фрутти.
И высекал из неба искры,
Лелея Сакраменто,
Чтоб голова легла по форме
На хуй у постамента.
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 9:27 PM UTC