Today you called me an angel. You cannot know how true that was, for last night I arrived just in time to loosen the noose around a dear friends neck.. Today you called me a devil, grotesque, a whore. I swallow the words inside me and push them as far down as they can go, I cannot deal with this now. The words you said will rest beneath the surface until I'm the right amount of broken for them to really make an effect. Today I got a phone call, "your friend has been rushed to

I am not your normal beautiful. But that does not matter. It did not matter to my rapists. Often people disbelieve the survivor’s account because she is not "good-looking". If they do believe an assault occurred, they tell her she should be grateful someone "did" her. If she is generally considered beautiful, people will blame her attractiveness. The thing is, the focus is VERY rarely on the fact that it is the Rapist who rapes, regardless of what the people they attack look

At The Tub -In a room pitch dark no one could hear me. It’s too late now. I just need to do it. I cut the lines close to the veins. It stops all the pain. I let go off the blade and bleed myself dry.- *** Someone is in the bathroom and would not come outside. I knock on the door. There is no reply. As the light in there and the shower are on, I come in and cry out my lungs. What have you done, my love?! I rush in and jump to the tub. I’m dying in my own arms. I hold myself ti

Wake up Grow, grow, grow your roots until you reach the core of our hearts Feel the beat of your uterus Let her guide you through the dance Chant with us, dear sister: The magic is love Dare to summon our wisdom: The magic is love Kindly help us wake up for good: The time is now because it is united that we shall stand. Grow, grow, grow your branches Until you reach the stars Speak the tongue of your uterus Let her love spread across the universe Chant with us, dear sister: T

To my beloved sisters I wish… I wish we love ourselves I wish we value our intelligence I wish we trust our intuition I wish we forgive our human shortcomings and take the chance to thrive I wish we allow our sadness to cleanse our souls I wish our rage give us the fuel to fight the battles ahead I wish we find our sisters within ourselves I wish we cherish and support our sisters I wish we can feel the pleasure and the joy to inhabit our human bodies I wish there is no unnec

Stop It is not often that sexual offenders get caught. Even less often that they are found guilty before a tribunal. And of course there are just a handful of predators that end up with charges that stop them from being successful and acclaimed in their businesses. They can (and they do) carry on with their lives after having perpetrated their crimes. It is usually the case that survivors worry about destroying these men’s careers. But who spares some time to worry about the

Best friends We met one time while playing with my dearest Fanny, which happens to be my favourite pussy not because it’s mine but because it’s always been a great pleasure to have her pleased. Her beautiful lips hide the secret to life and I love everything about it. However, today I’d like to praise Clit. Clit, the clitoris: the one and only. Oh, how I remember… I remember when we first met during a game with Fanny. Clit took over in a very smooth move: rising up from under

Rosie was getting ready to go out. Rosie had been worried she had put on weight. Rosie decided to join her friends for lunch. Then she heard it: Father said: What? You’re not wearing that. You look awful. Go, get dressed. Try that cute pink dress with the heels. Later… Mom: What is that you are wearing? Don't complain if something happens to you. Father: Leave it, darling, if she doesn't show herself, no one will ever pick her. Mother: Ok, just put this jumper to cover a bit.

I trace this line forward My path unknown but written The future moving toward me With each step taken I keep each pace even Steady motion silent beat Know not where I'm headed But my course now seemingly set Feel the ground beneath me And above the sky so vast Anxious but resigned to tomorrow With heavy heart stuck in the past All the whispers how they deafen White noise pulsing behind mine eyes Searching for the reasons Aching to make sense of what's insid

Before I bleed Behind the shades, my tears. Like black pearls they roll down. My face has darkened with fears. My old warm and bright-red friend, now I can’t request euthanasia. It’s another breakdown, but it ain’t the end. Wait. Am I depressed or is it just PMS? Why after all these years? Why is there a new melt-down? I swear I haven’t drunk more than 2 beers. Always in the never-ending mend, there’s no more need for anaesthesia. Quick! Mumble something and hit send. Message

So i find myself here now Wondering lonely as a cloud Save but for my trusty friend Soggy nose to fluffy end! Prancing through the frost he goes Waggy tail and snuffly nose Past the mighty oak so true Weeping willow, lofty yew Over fields, bridge and stream Upon which soft sunlight gleams Racing down the country track Hiking boots and walking Mac Stopping for the briefest rest To enjoy the view and catch my breath And maybe write a verse or two Just silly prose, I shan't show

Funbags, norks and jugs and boobies; the Mitchell brothers strapped on chest These are some ways to describe the double feature of my breasts My feelings about the ‘girls’ is a very complex and oft-changing feature Sometimes I like them, but more often, wish I was a less curvy creature Then I would not need at least three sports bras in order to exercise (With demons of past mixed PE lessons, I would love to exorcise) And I could go running anywhere without a dozen or so male

I fight with and for my sisters For what is right and what is fair For the state of our democracy Or the supposed "shame" of body hair For the right to our own bodies Not a possession to be sold For women hurt by any violence Be them young or wisened old I stand tall beside my sisters Despite what media may portray That we must fit a certain mold Be damned if you live another way That we must uphold the status quo Skinny jeans and massive tits Be the trophy wife, to ego boost

Fatigued with waiting for a day that never came Today she woke up with yet another sprain Took her meds Escaped bed Stood, spinning head Cloudy brain Like Groundhog Day Tomorrow she'll do it all again More often than not something twinges Her joints are like loose hinges They bend, and extend far beyond what intended She's chronically 'on the mend' And all she has is expended Sometimes resting IS giving it her all So she gives her all to recovery, and rests Whatever she does

Sisterhood is a big part of the love revolution that can save the world. The quintessential teaching method is example. More than what we are told, we keep what we see others do. I know my parents told me countless times that they loved me and that I could do and be anything I wanted. What they failed to say was that it was not going to be easy, especially if that ‘anything’ was out of the book of standards for women. I had to learn that the hard way. To begin with, we were a

Live for Your Today And lo the spell was broken The twisted curse had gone The new year came with something more A reprieve, I'd waited so long And now the truth is out there For my eyes and mind to see The pressure faded from my head The past a memory I know now what my task may be Rise up in strength anew Take the reins of my one life once more And make more of which was once too few And to hasten I will heal me In body, soul and mind Restore the balance that was absent so