Poems by me

Is it easy to try?

He's been uneasy, queasy, so breezy.

She's been acting sleazy, being uneasy.

They were reacting, distracting attracting all the excitement from afar.

He left the cell door ajar, heading straight for the bar.

There's a great rate of being late... 

We have to create the date then wait for fate to handle everything in order. 

The disorders she had were unforgettable and unforgivable... 

He was in her for years, she felt the need to disappear from a world full of hate and abuse. 

Ready to introduce, the abused? Ready to seduce the used?

All the women refused when, all the men said they were just confused, and let themselves in without even knocking to make sure they were there- 

She. She has been removed from her home, assumed she was okay with it, then later approved to come back again. 

He. He has improved his ways, now going for younger woman, girls, even kids. 

He. He is a monster lurking underneath your bed at night wanting you to make the first move.

We should try to survive. 

Saying "no" will make him want you more.

Screaming "help" won't do anything for but more fun for him. 

Pushing him away will make him angry. 

Pulling yourself away from him will make him have to tie you down. 

Should we still try? 

We shouldn't have to prove how worthy we are to those who won't even look at us as a person, only as an object.  No. 

We need to find our own voice, and project. 

We need to speak up above all their bullshit. 

We need to pull ourselves out of the deep end on our own, and push our way through the crowds, going all the way to the top of a mountain. 

We need to listen to the sound of the wind and scream with everyone else who agrees with you.

Let out that rage, to empower the women. 

We have to unleash the beast within and let them out of that cage to engage such loudness. 

They allowed us to go to the cops, but we couldn't have gone out that easy. 

We need to go out with a bang! And then, we will finally know that we were louder then them. 

We were finally able to scream above all of their shit. 

We were finally able to pull ourselves away from their fucking grasp!

We were finally free from all of their crap...

We were finally able to live in peace, and finally to be away from them. 

At night we were able to sleep. 

At night we are* able to sleep. 

In the day time, we were able to do whatever we would want to do not caring nor worrying what is waiting for us at home anymore.