women

women

A Poem by maissa
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a slam poem for all the women out there

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Dear  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 maissa


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Hahahahaha ...and again hahahahaha.
why are women obsessed with the idea that they're being looked down at, or that they're anything better than men? and the same goes to men.

why would your gender matter?
jus wondering.

Posted 8 Years Ago


maissa

8 Years Ago

i may live in a place where gender equality is but in some places women don't have the tiniest right.. read more
Dani The Unreviewed

8 Years Ago

Well ...I've seen the judgemental idiots for myself. not for my gender tho... anyway...it's a damn s.. read more
I abosolutely love this! I would love to hear it correctly. Brilliantly done!

Posted 8 Years Ago


maissa

8 Years Ago

thank you very much

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