Fight the Words

…And fight the words that I’m dying to say

Fight a battle,

for when words are uttered, candles will be burnt.

Fight against the truth because of fear,

Scared of losing this grace,

this comfort,

this safety net that was needed for so long.

And when knives dropped,

I bleed.

 

In a prophetic way,

remember the visions that came before,

the truths ignored,

the paths blatantly walled up,

desperately torching escape-routes,

in a false sense of sanity.

Once those thoughts were uttered,

a dripping head on a spike,

blood strewn about,

heart shattered to pieces.

War instigated, prolonged and fought,

now death is left to claim.

A sharp inhale in,

no words will never tumble out…

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I Am None Of These Women

I am none of these women,

My photo won’t be printed on a glossy magazine page,

I will not roll out of bed with perfect curls,

My breath does not always smell like cherries,

Nor are my lips light pink.

 

I do not have the patience of a saint,

I won’t seduce you to stay longer,

I will not throw a four-year-old temper tantrum…

If my new diet drink is making me moody.

 

My nails will not be painted chipless,

My cooking skills are not be compared with a sous-chef,

And I definitely will not wait on you hand and foot.

 

My waist will not resemble and apple core,

Neither my breasts as cantaloupes,

My temper will not be easily swayed with a gift,

I will not swoon over diamonds.

Spiders somewhat scare me.

 

But, I am the woman who cried often (daily)

You may buy me an emerald or an eggroll and my world is yours

Dandelions please me. Malls do not faze me. Animal abuse angers me.

I will hunch over a good book,

And stand proud of my accomplishments.

I will kiss you softly, and you will know you are loved.

I will be stressed and distracted, but I’m willing to be soothed.

Okay, I lied, spiders creep me out.

I will wriggle when you tickle me,

And cry when the pain is too much,

I will cry. And cry. And just when you hoped I’d smile, I’ll cry a little more.

But I will dance and not care.

I will not care a lot sometimes.

This is me, woman. Not women.