Submission of a boy lableled as a s**tA Poem by SpokenWordWithin the darkness of commonality under an old blanket made of fake fur hides a little boy who dreams of bad girls who carried themselves as if they were men
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack can’t jump over society’s stereotypes
Blisters formed on his fingertips he tried to control the burnt sands as time dripped through an hour glass
his world twisted and inverted on its axis polar opposites attracts as society unleashes it’s monster with three heads politics, religion and tradition all three blew fire made of hatred and expectations upon the flesh of the boy made of paper and ink which melted into scrolls made of gold where the monster scribbled labels upon his forehead
“soft
spoken little girl emotional and broken - reject is going to hell one day” seared like a tattoo across his skull
So much for seeing the human soul judgment day happens every day when you are different from the norm commonality has its place no room for boys who are twisted within mirrors broken then broken again reflect the nature of man’s ignorance a s**t is born every minute. who said only women are born that way? said the man who looked into the mirror still seeking the bad girl he use to dream of only she truly understands his nature a submissive with a hidden treasure of passion and desire for the Dominant Woman © 2011 SpokenWordFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on June 29, 2011 Last Updated on June 29, 2011 Tags: BDSM, submission, Dominant Women, Society, Diversity, Acceptance, Ignorance, Prejudice AuthorSpokenWordSouth of Sub Space Lost in the Cosmos of Life, TNAboutI am a free spirit who is extremely open minded and accepting of others differences from my own. I am an open book I find it is much easier living life in the open than hidden lost within the sha.. more..Writing
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