I am not a woman of grace
nor am I a woman of fiery
I am a woman who feels the waves of the ocean and the bright light to the sun that shines upon me.
As a part of being someone so small and so broken
I a woman do not fear that men will not love me
or that I am not loveable because every part upon my body is somehow a story of uniquely drawn patterns that I adorn in a small and beautiful way
It's not the pain that I feel in my chest when I think of a boy or man that may hurt me because I can only believe it'll happen again
But the thing is a woman like I won't last long in a world that only breaks you but never fixes
strips and rips and leaves the very backbone within me and as a woman I can not bare the pains of wanting to slowly die in the pits of some unwanted hellhole you call life.
Im speaking to the ones that cut me in the depths of night when I am sleeping and am alone
Or when the nights are dark and all I can hear are the screams you bleed into me
It's not fair the life you get to have or the one you keep thinking about
it's not fair to love a man like you when you couldn't even love a woman like me.
For a woman love is everything, almost like a flower that grows but never shows, my love id say is assertive and real.
And yet men like you can't see it that way.
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my voice loves
YOU ARE READING
some anti social girl
PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
