I think you are less than adequate to handle it-
my womaness, I mean.
Like a lioness, my womaness will bring home
dinner to the family and run ****, trust me.
I am the queen of my concrete jungle
& as I pass by passerby's will bow.
I may be a queen, but there's no need for 'your Highness',
just call me 'your Flyness'.
Because I am fly,
even when you try to deny me and my fellow woman.
We are all meant to be queens by our own means.

But we can't be queens without our kings.
We'll take you to be the co-pilot of our kingdom
if we think that you can handle it.
"What does that mean?" you ask.
Gentlemen, it means that
you can keep your pride in check with checks and balances,
let me do my job while you do yours
& handle me, with love and care.
Respect the boundaries that I have set
for our pride and ride the tide with me.
There will always be trials and triumphs.
But That's just life, baby.

But you can be my king so long as
you can let me be the queen that I am.
My womaness is my greatness in my step
from my thighs to my lips
from my hair to my fingertips,
the wisdom of my intuition and the depth of my soul.
This is the finesse of my womaness.
We are just too fabulous to describe.
Do you think I'm crazy?
Maybe so, but like I said:
something told me you're less than adequate to handle it-

my womaness, that is.

Noticing My Womaness

Developed and personally driven,
I see the womaness inside of me
I notice that I have grown
Traits that I had not recognized before
Growing into becoming more
Wanting more
Is it because of you
My king, my crowned one?
I am stimulated ,
Inspired ,
Trying to improve in order
To give the best of me to you
My king
To enhance what I thought
Before to be beauty
But now to be more elegant
Illuminated with another kind of excellence
In every area of my womaness
Even my scent has evolved
Into a fragrance just
Suitable for you to inhale
And no one but you
My king will have the
Pleasure to explore
My smile has even brightened
Rooms are even filled
With more radiance not as
Profound before
Other lights shatter due
To the new light
For my king to enjoy
Garments worn
Even flow differently somehow
The breeze moves
Them softly like pedals
Falling from the trees
In autumn
Creating a pathway for
A king to follow his queen
Into her noticed womaness
That only he is suited for
Does this mean
I am feeling myself or
Am I just noticing the
Womaness
Presented to my king
And only he will
Gently care for?
by DeZoli

It seems like the tales in my heart
are mired in my soul
scars on my body
are basically just tales of
intense violent mysogony
what I realized
was that  my femininity is not what I hate
its the longing to feel safe
to feel okay
in my womaness
to not equate my womanhood with violence.
        
I am healing
I am working on separating this
on healing the patterns of violence
that I was brought into this world with
from a violent man known as my father
and the men in my family
I feel the anger in my heart
that I have always carried and pointed towards myself
now all I listen to is metal music
and I feel so much comfort
in this music ,
that explains my emotions in words that I can't even describe,
What hurts more
is that I overlooked so many good men
because of the way that my violence,
has painted me into a corner
in my mind.
This is why I choose my healing
above all else.
When we are so mired in our pain
We can barely see that our HELL  is HELL,
because part of us thinks  that it will always be that way!


I called you crying my tears running down my face
waterfalls of pain,
runny mascara,
In the back of an ambulance
you my brother told me,
you were sorry
but to stop talking
because it hurt you ,
and you were too busy to come
help me!
Well guess what
there was NO ONE  ever to help me !!!!!!

I instead had to sit there in the hospital all alone
With nothing to my name
but Police records
Empty faces
pitying looks
And **** kits
I was too bruised too move,
There are some things one can't forgive
and this is one of them.

What's worse is this man who abused me ,
was like all the others
who preach modesty!

Why not preach kindness ,
love
equality
seeing women as equal,
as worthy of everything that you have
just because you have a *****,
doesn't make you better than me !!!!

One man who abused me called me
his femme fatale,
oh Hunny,I am worse than that if you mess with me!

I think for so long
I have been more afraid of myself ,
than anyone else
for the rage that is held inside of me
is enough to build buildings with !

So instead of telling you
TO GO  FUCKKKKK Yourself ,
which I have already done
to one of the abusers that I  had met  before,
I will say I remember it all
and my body doesn't forgive!

As the jewish new year comes around
in a few weeks,
I can count on my fingers all the sins that
all these horrific monsters of men
did to me ,
because men like these,
they aren't real men
they are monsters who pertend to be men.

His drunken fingers fumbling

And the slurring of his 

Demands to be quiet

Make me sick.

Take it like a woman.

I am tougher than anyone.

**** it up, 
Grow a spine.

So I stuffed it down.

I swallowed the bile 

And clenched my stomach

Every time I smelled

The stench of his odor

Passing by me.

That’s what is
expected of me.

**** it up, 
Grow a spine.

What’s done is done.

Keep your eyes forward,

Keep going,

And move on.

I am a woman

And when I say no

The mans word trumps 

What I want.

**** it up,
Grow a spine.

I live in a mans world

So I have to keep it shut

Or I will be the next ****

Because the mans word is truth.

There is no

His word against mine.

Just his.

**** it up,
Grow a spine.

It’s my womaness at fault 

Even though I said no.

When a woman says no,

It really means yes.

When a woman tells the truth

It really means fallacies 

And delusions.

It means she wanted it.

**** it up,
Grow a spine.


So I did.
I told the truth anyways.

I stood up for myself anyways.

I fought for myself anyways.

I ****** it up,

And grew a spine.



by Kyra Jones

I was created by Him
and in turn will become a vessel for His creation
Half of you was born the same time I was
Grew up with me
Lived a whole life with me
Held on long enough
To the insides of my womaness
to one day look at me
And I love you for it
I have loved you before it

You will never need to earn this love
It is always here
never will you have to climb a mountain
or reduce your hurt
or love of life
It’s here for your taking
Your needing
Your feeding
Here for you even to throw away

The love I preserve for you
Does not live in my heart
Or in my being
Cause if it did
It will die the same time as I will
I will love you even after the fact

No matter the suns position
This love follows you closer than your shadow could ever hope to
Closer than the love you have for yourself
Almost as close as the one your Lord keeps for you
It exists always

On days that I do not like you
I love you
When you hurt me
I can’t help it than to
Remember I’d rather be hurt by you
than
If you weren’t able to hurt me at all

I have seen My Mother fall
Past sadness itself
And find residence
atop the brittle canopy of grief
Surrounded by an abandoned museum
Of bottles, blankets, bedding and expired milk

Finding her on some nights
Curled up in a ball of herself
After prayer
Giving thanks to Allah for the chance at another
And the health of her others

And then losing her again at Fajr
When the heaviness of her *******
Remind her
Return her inside another agonizing re-run

An itinerary of loss
Beginning, middle and end all blurred
Like someone slowly dragged their *****, unkind hand across a wet painting
Whose colors had not yet held firm
Whose picture had not yet formed
Who itself was not ready to be displayed

I bet she thought of all the care
she could not give
and wishes so fiercely that she had
And the surplus of love
That now goes unneeded
Feeds no one
Like an ocean of salt water
Near a people dying of thirst
This scares me the most

You are my protection from this sadness
And I love you for it
I have loved you before it

You too are a vessel that carries,
A horcrux
For all the love I hold for myself
I give to you
Even after you are no longer a clean slate
Even after you have sinned a thousand times over
Both villain and hero

You are my unborn best friend
Best decision yet to be made
Best part of me that I cannot wait to one day
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