Stone,
Cold hearted,
Bitch witch,
Turned beastly by jealousy
Loveless sex is the cause of all hell for me.
I nor killed
Or stole,
My only flaw was perfection.
The attention of her man,
Ravens feathers turned serpents by a beauty inside and out.
The hero of my story got served my head on a silver platter,
laying my soul flatter
Just enough to be digested by a full flat belly.
She is Athena,
A goddess when I should have just been lucky to be,
Pretty.
I didn't need happy I had my face unscathed
Born with beauty untold,
Until I was made to fold like greek cards turned stone
Shattered,
Battered,
Beaten, and broken,
By men transformed into monster for virgin pussy.
I'm just the whore who got fucked on the floor,
No longer high priestess.
Now banished,
Into nothing,
Drink my blood and die a hero's death.
Let my children avenge their mother and smother the sand in poison
For any one to cross will bleed black in my honor.
You kill and steal with you steel close to your hip
On your trip you use,
And use,
And use.
You won't let me live,
And you won't let me die.
You fly with fly kicks and stick
Your man made misogyny down our throats making us all choke.
Like the smoke of burned villages that you leave in you wake
For the sake of the gods
That see you as nothing more than a disgrace.
But I'll be the villian in this story
For those to come after me
For the women who get decapitated
And are hated for being women
For the red lips
And the shaved legs
For fists in the air
And having babies with fried eggs
I'll be your villian
Because someone has to be
For there to be his story
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Rise
PoetryThis is basically my diary and it might not be the best but it is what is in my brain. It has some spice and some sweet and some sad; some fiction and non fiction; some teenage stupid anxiety and some mature content the needs to be studied to be un...
