Its Called Woman

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Feminist Poems Feminism poems

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Woman.

 

Pain.

 

Desire.

Hurt.

Pain.

Emotion, pain . . .

Love, hate . . .

Desire.

Pain.

Abuse.

 

Repeat.

 

Do you know, what it's like?

 

To be a Woman?

 

Pain.

Desire.

Hurt.

Pain.

 

Give, bleed, suffer, endure

Tolerate, patiently bear, procure . . .

Provide, nurture, love,

sweat, blood and tears,

. . . and this will on for how many years?

 

Wait, in

Silence.

 

Silence.

Fear.

Desire.

Pain, hurt, pain.

 

More pain, more hurt, more suffering, more desire . . .

 

Relax! A moment of peace, support . . .

then, Crash.

S/He smacks you back down once more.

 

I hate you, I love you, I want you, I hate you . . .

He screams, desire, pain, hurt, ANGER.

 

RED.

Blind, overcome, unconscious, he

touches and tugs

demands,

Takes

ALL

and then begs, pleads, and screams -

MORE!

 

Bleeding, hurting, enduring you squeeze out your very last drop,

only to find . . .

he changed his mind.

He didn't want that,

he's finished he's through,

he's used up

all

of You and

he's done, that's all.

I don't want you today.

I meant nothing,

I really

don't

want you to stay.

Get out, get lost, leave me

be.

I'm fine, I'm perfect

alone by myself.

Don't try me with your

looks, glances and sweetness,

I like that, when I want it,

but today, I do not.

So Shut up, bitch,

you're not in control.

I'll show you who's

Master

and teach you your

Role.

 

Submit, bitch,

serve,

shut up and swallow

my aim is to leave you

beat up and

hollow.

 

I want you.

I need you.

To make you for me, so I can

Crush

every last bit of consciousness I

See

in your face, your eyes, your curvaceous body.

I scream at you

no words!

 

But one glance will do,

I'll crush you, I'll smash you

till you're

all black and blue, then

come to me, limping,

Yes, that's how we do.

 

When you're no longer,

I can be

FREE

from desire, from Anger, hatred, Love, too

Can be at peace and not need to prove

I'm a Man, bitch,

shut up and show some

Love,

but not without showing some

Tits and Ass

too.

 

I'm a Man, bitch, Don't you know?

What is it, what else, do you need me to show?

You want that? You want what?

Say it again.

Be real now, c'mon, no need to pretend,

I'll teach you, one last time,

so you know

for sure,

You have a disease,

which is impossible to

Cure.

 

It's called WOMAN, bi tch,

didn't you know?

***k you,

Again,

and

again.

 

I'll fuck your brains out.

Just to contend,

to prove to You

and Me

again and

Again,

You're not real,

bitch,

so shut the f   up.

 

You don't exist, and you

Never have.

 

You exist in my mind,

to pleasure, to please,

to help me transmit

my Ego disease.

 

I am the Supreme, so

fall right

back in line.

 

Do not, DO NOT, challenge me,

One

FU CKIN

LAST

TIME,

 

You heard that, bit  ch??

 

You're fuckin' not real. So shut the fuck up, and let me feel,

Breast, legs, thigh, hip and waist,

let me savor your

fuckin' sweet taste,

Let me pull tug, take, suck

and don't say a word.

I'm not finished yet,

haven't you heard?

 

So shut up bit ch, don't make a sound.

I'll take my sweet fu ckin' time, and keep you

bound, to

 

My time,

My words,

My thoughts,

My way,

 

That's all, bitch, I've got nothin' fu ckin more to say.

 

Shut up, bitch, yes, that's what I said.

You make one more sound, and I'll shoot you, fuckin'

Dead.

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