It is a simple question, do you believe a wife should obey her husband?
Sorry if you answered yes, you see this is America, we are all equal and it is illegal to oppress another human being.
Don't bring that **** around here, some of us are socially evolved.

Seriously, We have young girls we're trying to teach independence to here, that's who we should be as humans.

Those tears forced to manifest
By poison thoughts of venom fears
Are old news to me.
I've cried them too, you see.

Those knuckles white around
Princess Paranoia and Marquis Mortality's
Slender wrists will not hold
Their punches back.

That pound of ice in your stomach
Is the worst our foe Fear can do.
I will share this with you.

You think back, back nearly broken by
The weight of grudges.
Bitter bag on your tired shoulder,
Barbed wire strap biting.

I've been to darker places
Than you will ever see.
Share your blackest burdens with me.

I fear no man, nor god.
I've paid my rent with sweat and blood,
The next payment is far from due.
I will share that time with you.

My hours on Earth are mine alone,
But no terms are written in stone.
I like it down here.
Liking I'll share.

That warmth on your face  
Is only my hand.
Your guardian angel is merely
A man.

Both scholar and warrior, and girl,
I have learned:
The skin has grown back on the hands
That I've burned.

You can choose to cry,
You can choose to smile.
I learned that truth, but it
Took me a while.

I have seen the Devil. He was pleasant,
He was kind.
I have seen the face of God,
It was yours and mine.

We have the power to create.
It's not in vain; not too late.
Let us face this storm together.
We'll be the gods of weather.

The choice is yours, it is true.
You are the foot, not the worn-out
Shoe.
You are not the sky; you're

The Blue.
You'll never need my comfort,
But until you stop believing that
You do,

I will play your game
Like a loving parent;
Having given you room
As you grew.

I will share this
With
You.
I will

Share
This poetry  
With
You.

She looked at me and said,
"You should **** me
before you love me."
And so I did.

Her hands covered her *******
and she said,
"I want you to guess which breast
my father touched first."
And so I did.

The bones in her hands shifted
as she fixed her hair into a ponytail.
"You're going to promise me that
you're not going to try to fix me.
You're going to promise me, okay?"
And so I did.

Her lips would start bleeding
because when she lied
she chewed her lips.
She said, "I think today
will be the last day I live."
And I asked her for one more.

Dry blood sat on her inner lips
as she kissed me good morning.
Her voice softly cooed,
"I hope that isn't the last time
I kiss you."
And I asked her for one more.

She bled,
"All you write about are girls.
You never write about me.
All you write about are faces
without souls. What about my soul?
Are you going to
******* write about my soul?
Are you going to write another poem?"
And I asked her for one more.

Looking at me,
she ran her fingers
down her hips,
across scars,
and said,
"Too many men look at me
and see what they want to.
They look at me and see
broken picture frames
that they can repair
and put our faces into."

Our hands met
and our fingers grasped
at the pieces of ourselves
that were deeper than faces.
But it was only me
as she whispered,
"Stop,"
licked my cheek
to my ear,
finishing,
"Don't fall in love
with what you
think you see.
Just **** me."

And so I did.
And so I asked her for one more.

this path i wrote
wrought with missed
twists and turns and trip
wires made of pit vipers
camouflaged in ******
stripes the color of bumble
bees that make me sneeze
humbly god help me please
i hear foot steps quietly
lightly on the trail behind me.

r ~ 11/15/14

As I lay on your chest
I hear the soft beating beneath your vest
Of my my favourite lullaby.