Shattered Thoughts

Poem: Women War Cry

Everyone says that every girl has a women inside of them. 

I did too for a while.

I kept her alive,

I fed and hydrated her.

Until someone twisted her up and ripped her apart.

I used to speak to her.

Ask her what to do when things got tough.

Epically when I looked like I came out of the rough.

She told me to go to a party.

"Go get friends," she said.

Before it all ends.

We picked out a perfect dress 

That was perfect to impress.

I stood in the corner, fingerings my pearls

Since that was the war cry of all the girls.

Then you came.

Like my women made of flame,

Was something to claim,

And then tame while she lies in shame.

But, with all her fire she still didn't see through you.

You appealed to us two.

You led us upstairs to talk

But you were like a hawk.

Circling your prey

Until you had your day.

You touched me.

I just wanted to flee.

Then you ripped open my dress

And I wasn't planning on saying yes.

You called me a stupid hoe 

But I still wouldn't say no.

"How could you do this to me, you said it would be fine?" I screamed at my burning women.

But received no answer.

My ball of fire had been snuffed out.

And all I could do was shout.

I still weep for my lost lady.

She was my safety.

That night I got home safe.

Even as silly as it sounds.

I check my phone to see if you had texted.

I just wanted to feel protected.

Then my notifications rung.

"Did you have a good night tonight?" You texted.

No, my night was fucked up.

No, my food was fucked up.

No, my drink was fucked up.

No, my dress was fucked up.

No, I was fucked up.

No, you fucked me up.

But that night I didn't say no.

The next day came.

And you chased me down like this was all a game.

You found me in an alley 

This was the finale.

You tried to take me with you,

But when I wouldn't you pulled out your M2.

A gun that fires off bullets at rapid speed.

Making everything in its path bleed.

Tearing through my stomach.

I didn't struggle.

My firey friend had fallen.

And I couldn't fight anymore.

In the last moments you say, "I love you."

And that proves my suspicions. 

Men love women.

Men love women so much that they love them to death.

And with that the ashes of a destroyed women take to the wind,

Never settling anywhere.

That night I didn't say no....but I didn't say yes either.

And that is the true war cry of all the girls.