I am not sugar and spice and everything nice
I come from women
who never asked twice
All bullets and vice and daggers and dice
The kind who’d answer
your slap with a slice
There it bides; untouched, untyped
slamming against bone and boredom
stalking, storming, writhing, waiting….
A prompt poem that I found way more fun than I probably should have. Thank you for reading you lovely thing finding beauty in simple spaces.
I’m lucky enough to have an amazing partner who calls himself a feminist. This little dose of sadness with sarcasm is for those who think feminist is just another F word. Thanks for reading you brave and beautiful beasts unafraid to stand up for those simply asking for equality.
This one was a knife to the gut, my amazing readers. If it resonates with you, know this old pain will always revisit just long enough to remind you how far you’ve come. So have a cry, give your little you a big hug in your heart and carry the f/ck on, Love.
This one is for those who love maneaters. That is, until, you’re all eaten up. Thanks for reading you soulmate seeker singeing your lips on those unworthy of your kiss.
Some say I have to choose a side
But I know deep down
they prefer I hide
Love someone who has the strength to endure you as you are without hoping for what you might be. Thanks for reading you stunning soul searching for its mate.
you once left me shattered
something wanting nothing
but another master