my Writing

Irony

With your body on top of me
The thought of our memories,
The fondness that came with the texture of your skin..
I constantly thought of them randomly
When I felt you on top of me I couldn't ever breathe
I thought they were haunting,
Constantly panting please just get off of me.
I cant handle this "responsibility" that is no closure, that is me and that gun in the holster right by me.
Hows that for irony?
That you're the one in the weight of your skin, I was in trouble with the thing that you did.
That I had screamed was haunting me. That your sins were my only choice to suffer for.
For God is what irony is, tell me to believe in a God that everyone forbid. Yet he supposedly made the world the way he did. So he is all knowing so that the "command" that he commanded. That blacks have no rights, and women have to be wives? and that man have all glory? To take away extra women to their deaths? That women have to carry their skin yours and theirs skins, then you want kids, that they have to carry too but men are always quick to point out "im stronger than you." You were in such a hurry that you forgot what the other wanted?
How is this for irony?
Oh for it was a world that they were all equal? That women should have no skin to carry but their own? I dont know if they want to carry skin that they do not possess, but that should be their choice, as so the rest... or God wouldn't give them the power he did not give the rest?