womenA Poem by maissaa slam poem for all the women out thereDear younger me Let me
introduce you to your future self. The one you’ll end up to be First
things first … hi they call me a b***h... what? S**t Well that
makes you one too But don’t
freak out you have plenty of time to go through Life and
things you love before being called a b***h too Hi. They
call me a b***h you ask me what does that means Does it
mean that I am dirty impure and less clean? But I cannot
reply... cuz you’ll find the answer deep down here How can i
answer when all I was taught since I was a child that being a girl equals being
a sex machine I was
taught to raise cook and clean I was
ordered “to men you have to lean But the
irony is that the ones they say you’re holly and pure Snitch the
smallest opportunities to deliver the idea that you’re just unholy and UN…pure They tangled
you’re future with the shape of your butt and the big of your breasts They think
that you longue to suck their dirty dicks Prosperity
sticks At least
that’s what they think Hi I am
called a b***h Cuz I m
just rebellious and unrespectful for the rules They
selfishly made to fit their feels And to make
you a mere meal For the
bloody handed monster who is ready to steal The only
thing you considered yours From the
moment you were born In that lewd
body of yours as a girl Hi I m
called a b***h Cuz I
couldn’t hide the facts that a deprived monster An
innocence sucker A dirty
f****r A perverted
vampire Turned me
into an unholy character How can I
answer? When since
I was a child they tried so hard My white skin...
my dancing... my voice My walk my
long hair the beautiful song I used to sing...
my tempting aura My alluring
smile... they tried so hard to hide For days I
was told that I am a marionette puppet Tangled
with strings so loose that I could not feel them... but I was manipulated I was told
that I am a mope for those holly persons Unsinful,
blissful creatures I am just a
mope for them to wipe their pitiful sins Their
shameful mistakes I am a tool
so they can hide behind when the dooms bells rings Pulled back
and forth I felt the dizziness of life back in the end of my skull I keep fighting,
I scream, I cry... my strings I pull Dear
younger me I know now
the true me I m nothing
a void A hallow
space Manipulated
by filthy creatures we call today men Hiding deep
down in their disgusting throats the reason of my salvation The keys to
my freedom And the end
of this damnation The only
solution is to crawl over them Pin them,
kiss them Not because
I like them But just
maybe in one of them I’ll find
the long waited freedom I’ll break
free And find
the key To be able
to fly away to the sea So, hi,
they call me a b***h And if you
think that wanting to find the light Between
your deadly, poisonous lips is a sin, you’re dreaming, I m damn sure I have the
right So you can
go around and tell people that …. Hi, I am
called a b***h But that
doesn’t mean that I m unholy It only
means that I am lonely And no it
doesn’t mean that my body doesn’t belong to me Because I
am not a toy to toy me And if you
try to, you’ll get burned by this fire in me I am a
caged bird in this masculine world in here Wing clipped,
leg tied but yet I want to break free I was born
a girl An yet I
love all the dark parts that lives in my sinful soul So yes if
that makes me a b***h, then go around and tell people that … Hi, I am
called a b***h And yes I
know it And I won’t
hide it Dear
younger me I
introduced you to the person you’ll end up to be So don’t be
scared of the things you’ll see Don’t worry
about the things you’ll hear about thy And yes
stop being a fetish for men that doesn’t deserve you... Me Don’t be
scared to be rebellious to break the unbreakable Be a b***h
sometimes... Don’t be careless but care... Less © 2016 maissaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 15, 2016 Last Updated on January 15, 2016 AuthormaissaTunisiaAbout20years old lady found of poems and writing them .. i love slam poems and i m a good actor as well loves meeting new friends to chat and listen to people stories . i m a good listener because i fi.. more..Writing
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