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Thursday, December 29, 2016

7:28 PM -

elvis,involuntary poetry,poem,poetry

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Elvis Has Left The Building

And the tears you gave me

are nothing compared to the pain

I tried to laugh it off

but each attempt in vain

No, I will not hold it against you

holding a grudge isn't me

So then I'll simply say good bye

and with my pride, leave the party.

It doesn't matter that you have changed now

it doesn't matter that you care

Your needs and wants and desires have been left behind

So has your intense stare

You said that it is forever

but, baby, forever's come and gone

I, then, realized that this was your game

and I was just a lowly pawn

No, I won't hold it against you

for you don't matter no more

Elvis has left the building now

as well as the nearby alcohol store!

Monday, December 12, 2016

7:39 PM -

#emowriting,being a woman,involuntary poetry,poem,poetry

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A Woman's Warning

I may be a girl

but I sure as hell am not weak

I may be a lady

but I can do more than i speak

I may be a woman

who can bear your future

But I am a person

a person, not a freak!

You think you can intimidate

and scare like a child

Oh, you don't know my temper

it is rare, but not mild

While I can birth

I can kill with equal ease

If you cross me the wrong way

I will do much more than just tease

It may be a joke for you to laugh at

but sexist comments are a bane for me

While you simply say and let it go

it is a scar insane for me

I don't know why you think that you will get away with it

do I look like someone who will forever live with it?

I will take myself and the comforts I bring

and move away from your traumas, in joy I will sing

It isn't running away when it is the harder thing to do

it is a choice, for even a woman must do what a woman must do

I think it is best if you get your act together soon

else the repercussions in the near future will turn you a loon

We all wish only the best for you because it is our nature

but things can change, as I can see in the near future

mothers, daughters, sisters and wives

don't forget, these are all real lives

So stop playing with us, you morons of men

you don't need to be a cock just because she is a hen!

I may be a girl

but I sure as hell am not weak

I may be a lady

but I can do more than i speak

I may be a woman

who can bear your future

But I am a person

a person, not a freak!

Friday, July 31, 2015

2:07 PM -

#ItTakes2ToParent #ChronicalsOfMotherhood,poem,poetry

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Before you become a parent, think twice
some days it's a ball of fire, some days a bucket of ice.

You cannot plan your days and your actions predict
and sometimes you start looking like a lost drug addict.

You miss your carefree days and your wild and fun filled ways.
You know you will never again find time to crash those parties and plays.

But being a parent is a whole new roller coaster
you learn how to manage a toast, without a toaster!

When you see those love filled smiles
and those hugs that can make you go miles

You know that you made a choice
and trust me, it is always a choice!

#ItTakes2ToParent

Its a great thing to be a parent, my friend
to have someone who's love for you will be true till the very end!

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

3:35 PM -

breasts,cleavage,poem,poetry,rape,sex,sexism,tits

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The Breast Predicament

I wonder what I did wrong when I chose to have mammary glands!
which I'm sure I chose, since I'm held accountable for it.

They want to hold them in their hands
and some can't take their eyes off that tit.

Most times they want them covered up.
often they don't even look away from them when they ask me "what's up"!

Don't they realize that cleavage isn't a big deal?
Its not an eclipse who's glimpse you must steal.

They want them big, some like them small
but whatever the size, they are lusted after by them all.

It is the breasts, that some say, lead to rape
they are the ones, who I think, are lesser evolved than the ape!

Look, mister misters, my mams are mine.
And if you think it makes me lesser than you, then you are every bit a swine!

Saturday, July 11, 2015

12:35 PM -

poetry

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Undress Me

Undress me with your eyes
for even my souls is bare before you

Undress my very thoughts
for they are but figments without you

Undress my passions
for you are the subject of my desire

Undress me now
for only you can satisfy this fire

Thursday, November 6, 2014

5:00 PM -

feminism,feminist mother of a son,motherhood,poem,poetry

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My Mother is a Feminist

There is nothing she can't do,

No challenge she can't fulfill.

I have never seen her easily tired

And when I act like a jerk, I get duly fired.

She fearlessly stands up for what she believes in,

And has taught me to do the same too.

Thanks to her I don't judge a girl,

Just because she speaks up or has a tattoo.

She taught me to respect every human being, woman or man.

I have seen her do for others as much as she can.

She cooks and cleans and runs errands as well,

But because she enjoys it and not because she is a servant called by a bell.

She respects my dad

My dad respects her.

And when they tease each other

There often is a tiny spur.

They are like the best of friends,

Because both are equal and neither is at a lower end.

My mother is a feminist,

I think it’s really cool.

Because that has ensured that

I'm not an egotistical, misogynist fool.