As I inhale the aroma emitting from late night candles, I lay in my web of a bed that once held souls of “you up?” text lovers. Sheets cover up the evidence of love crimes committed and these walls witness the moans and screams of their pleasurable death but they never tattle. I blame you. Crimes of false passion have happened in fury because I … Continue reading Lovecrimes
As a woman, I give you the chance to let you be the man I strive to be your ideal woman and let you rule the land I aim to be the woman who massages your back instead of step on it like all the rest Yet you choose the women in the streets and lower yourself to something less. So when I turn cold … Continue reading Battle of the Sexes
Like a time bomb waiting to explode, Like a volcano ready to erupt, I sit in this cursed tomb with no escape. My mouth’s been restricted from flowing freely. Threaded into ties, making me inaudible to the world. I plead with my eyes but the message is mistranslated due to the fire burning in them from oppression. The pressure is rising up, will I burst … Continue reading Scream
With one click of this gun My promises shall evaporate. I promised to love and not hurt myself With one click of this gun, My apologies become nothing. I’m sorry I never spoke on how beautiful you were and I’m sorry for not appreciating how special you are. And now as I stand in front of the mirror with this gun to my head I … Continue reading BANG.
We women are worst nightmares from birth. Cursed from the womb that never wanted us… they yearn for a boy. Kings have slit throats of many queens because they birthed pink instead blue and in return they paid in red. Men feen for a precious baby boy to turn into a man but to have a daughter to raise into a woman is never part … Continue reading HERstory
It’s easy to get them to cum but it’s hard to get them to stay. Got too comfortable with late night text affairs like I don’t be caught in my feelings more than ya Twitter followers on a late night Saturday. You see I know how to love I just act like I don’t. Too nonchalant about everything so you assume that you know. However, … Continue reading Cumming Electrons
Po it up, po it up Watch it all fall out. Throw it up, throw it up til the inkpen run out. You should have known that I was trouble when you found out I was a poet. I take double shots of the ink til my eyes black out and I throw up on the page. I get filthy drunk when that ink gets … Continue reading Lilith