She Doesn’t Care

Nah, you're just mad she doesn't care what you think. In this perennial Rain of random opinions, drops of your negativity slide down her skin to die at her carefree feet but her life never stops twerking, thumping, popping, locking, and hella mad swinging to the beats of her own music And you are pissed... Continue Reading →

The Nut-Cracker.

Photo By Timothy Paul Smith I wore a short skirt.Men presumed I must be a flirt.Every lewd stare tries to catch my eye.They claim I'm a tease,Attention-seeker on the fly.My eyes stay fixed straight ahead,responses to the point,Conversations curt.Exit routes constantlybeing mappedin a frustrated heart.They believe a slight grazeof a hand can't hurt.I swing around &... Continue Reading →

Queen Of Sleaze

'Caught' - By Yours Truly Warning: Following poetry is riddled with profanity and the sarcastic tone paints a derogatory picture of women who are expected to meet world's impossible standards of beauty. If swear words easily fray your sensibilities, then please refrain from scrolling down. Unlike my mother I was never magnificentborn quite ordinary from one... Continue Reading →

Lighting Beacons

In the aftermath of your destructive conditioning that taught me to hate every inch of me I found a whisper carried on Her rebellious breeze That stoked dying embers of worth into a blazing ruckus which leapt out of my lungs; a terrific scream! And beacons were lit in the hearts of my sisters Who... Continue Reading →

So What?

The Rising - By yours truly. So what if I am the branded one?They call me a cautionary taleBut when all's said and done,I don't remember trying to hide the news.That I won't toe the line nor I wouldCross my legs to sit pretty for youOr hide my scars to fit in this worldNo, I'll never be any less... Continue Reading →

Crazy

The best you,the human of limited empathy,can do is reduce all Her ferocityHer outlier choices, Her agencyand Her so very wrathful a gloryInto a big list of negativesThat never fit your feminine theory& through an aperture of ignorantperspectives you watch dismissivelyglaring, proud “nutty" womenand their “raving" survival stories.While trying to make sense of it all,Branding... Continue Reading →

Wise Up

C'mon...Throw it at me ...Throw at me your beloved hatred, your judgementsfor having this glorious body that doesn't fit neither the scales nor inches of cuckoo standards that long you've perpetrated on how a woman is supposed to be.Your ideas of beauty bathed in sick endorsementsFrom a society hilariously blind; live to scrutinize us to death but wants to praise and crown skeletons,yours and mine, for eating cotton balls with booze and two... Continue Reading →

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