Its Called Woman
Written by Natalia
Feminist Poems Feminism poems
( 4 Votes )
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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