I allow you to enter me
Even when every part of me
is begging that I don't
"Not again"
You don't appreciate everything
that's had to come together
at the perfect time
in order for me to be a woman
You can't see past
your own selfish desires
You are "just a boy"
Don't you hate that excuse?
How about we teach these boys to finally
become men
You're not capable of breathing
life into me
Yet I allow you to bury your fruit
deep into the mysteries of my makings
But no seeds shall be planted here
I've put up a "No Trespassing" sign
There will never be a product
of you and me
All because I am just a toy
to you
My feelings, emotions, and heart
mean nothing at the hands of greedy men
Using my trauma to keep me under
Under them in power
Under the sheets
Under in love
Less important
Less influential
Less valued
I
as a woman
am also
human
Who would've thought?
God created both you and me from dirt
And because of Eve falling for deception,
a trait she passed on to every woman after her,
we are blessed with this wonderful ability to
create lives within our wombs
Yes, blessed
I view it as no curse to be able to begin and
end the world
Without your women,
who you hate to love
love to hate,
you would not be here
So
do not enter me only for
self satisfaction
and do not leave me pointing out my flaws
My dear,
these flaws
are treasures gifted by God
They create warmth
security
life
Without them
you would amount to
nothing.
If it were not for your mother carrying you
you would be
nothing.
Your seed is not welcome here
If I chose to take your opinions
carve them into my brain
make them my truth
I will have given you
all the power over me
What I eat
wear
do
everything about myself would be destroyed
decaying slowly at your feet
You would be in control
which is exactly what you want
your plan is to make me despise
every part of myself so that I feel
as if you're the only one who will
love me despite it all
No
God created me perfectly
not to be remade by selfish men
I once let men control me
but you're too late
Those doors are closed
this body is
MINE
MINE
MINE
Never to be a man's again.
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Broken Pieces
PoesiaThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
