She told her child she hated him and she wished he was never born.
   She didn't even seem to care that child's heart was torn.
She blamed her child for all of her heart ache and pain.

Did she realize emotional abuse, can drive a child insane.
She said her child was the reason she never achieved her dreams.

Those words hurt her child more, than to her they may have seemed
All her child wanted was her love and her affection.
But all he ever got was his mothers constant rejection.
Feeling like a lost child with no one to love.

He prayed to be taken away to the heavens above.
Not knowing why he just wasn't good enough.
Why when he needed gentleness he was treated so rough.

Wondering why his existence caused his mother so much pain.
Longing for his mother's love, he probably would never gain.
Wanting his mother to tell him, he was a blessing.
That he was not the reason for his mother's stressing.

I think I might love you.
I know I love you
but I might actually love you.

Which is odd.
You see
I saw you in my future as my best man.
My man of honor.

Only now I think
You might as well be the groom.

I want to take our conversations
to document every word
and tell the world.
look at us

We are brilliant
unscripted perfection
harmonized chaos

This terrifies me.
my emotions run wild.

So please.
If you love me.
I know you do.
If you really love me.

I beg you, tell me first.
so I don't play the fool.

I can see you.
In a tuxedo.
There, right there
by the altar
grinning
those gentle eyes
Beautiful

Will you take my hand?
*or catch the bouquet?

I am a female
I am a ****** being
The two are, surprisingly
Not mutually exclusive.

A *****, a ****, a *****
As the society might describe it
Are words with the meaning
To keep women submissive.

I may ****  who I please
When I please
For whatever reason I so choose.
And it doesn't have a **** thing to do with you.

Heaven forbid I'm not viginistic
When my ring finger is bound
Because viginity is a 'gift'
I mustn't pass it round.

I must walk like a lady
And only **** who I love
But the boys can run freely
Kiss and tell and call me a ****.

He's been with eleven girls
And has a girlfriend on the side
I've been with two boys
And not at the same time.

A pat on the back for him
Because he's got all the *******
But social exclusion for me
Because my ****** nature is vicious.

God, I must be a *******
For actually speaking of ***
I'm a woman, we can't do that
But, ****, sometimes I forget.

See, I was raised to hold my head high
Without looking up.
I was raised to be ladylike, polite
And wait until I found love.

I was brought up to hold my tongue
I was trained not to take up space
I was taught not to roughhouse about
Or follow the boys' ways.

I was brought up to fear ***
Until I found love or was married
But what the **** is love or a ring
When I can't even get equality?

I was taught that I should be ashamed
If I thought sexually
And I shouldn't even consider trying
*******.

I was told to hide my body
Because women are to be pure
If I wasn't pristine, who would want me?
I'd be a lonely spinster.

My body is my own
To do with what I please.
So **** your expectations, Society;
*I will have equality