Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.

Pussy is power

I feel like dancing to Cat Powers album Jukebox. In a bar full of crowded men and smoke from cigarettes, the smell of hard liquor mixed with sweat. The sound of her music filling my ears as my heart thumps beneath my chest to beat of the drums. As my hair flows behind me and the lingering eyes of the lonely men in the bar following my every move. Watching as a small smile reveals my teeth letting pure happiness and freedom leak out dripping off my tongue like vanilla spilt on silk. The dim lights in the bar making my tight cobalt blue dress shine beneath the lights & the men's stares. My skin glowing with a glow only children have on the morning of Christmas and mothers have when seeing their newborns for the first time. The wave of my hand dancing through the air as if it was flying on its own and the wind was carrying it across a slow flowing river of love. Dance as my shoes glided against the old dirty floor and as my breath grew heavier with every swing & sway of my hips. Having pure ecstasy wash over me knowing my mind, body and heart were now free. Having traces of missing him and lost love beneath my fingernails, but disregarding them as if they were just dirt. Holding onto only that freedom you find once you have found yourself. Holding onto all the love all these men and boys have and have had for you. Filling you up. Reminding you that the power is in the pussy and the owner. Reminding you that you are more than the words he lets fall out during sex and, the words he spits out like venom when he has anger coursing through his veins. That you are more than what any of these silly silly little boys say to you. That you decide when it's done. You decide when it starts. You decide who breaks your heart. You decide who gets your love. It's all up to you. Don't wait, don't settle. Just go and the right ones will follow.