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Sunday, 03 February 2013

  • poem: Life Control

    You march for life in Washington each year

    But would you march with Martin Luther King Jr.

    If he were still here?

    In theory, maybe, but how bout reality?

    Is this pro life is this just pro birth?

    Do you count numbers or look at life’s worth?

    Tell me, is this pro life or life control?

     

    You say abortion kills but let’s take toll

    Because you support the death penalty

    Say all deserve life but not your money

    Say your taxes should not support welfare

    That we should fear universal health care

    Won’t help me, cause to you, I’m just a whore

    But, then you are fine supporting these wars?

    Be it body or soul, I still murder

    But you eat meat and wear leather and fur?

     

    But it is not just about life you see

    But of love, lack thereof, and quality

    You keep me under glass ceilings

    Because your mind stays as dense as brick walls

    It seems the victims get less rights than criminals

    A fetus gets more rights than me

    If I even have any left at all

    Damned if I do, no matter what I do

    Because I am eternally your Eve

    I am to blame and keep taking the fall

Monday, 28 January 2013

  • rap song or poem Dying to Fit In (I may change the name and some lines later)

    Sometimes I look to the stars and wonder

    Yeah I, begin to cry and I wonder

    If they remember Karen Carpenter

    They must think they’re God to take her thunder

    How they took spirit and her fire

    How they made her walk upon that wire

    Feared falling from freedom, jumping too far

    From those who tell us this is who you are

    One of the greatest singers lost her voice

    And life as they buried her soprano

    Spitting on her grave as they made the choice

    Broke down Britney and Demi Lovato

    Play doctors but can’t diagnose your self

    When the ones who are sick aren’t me, but you

    You must look in that mirror and get help

    Instead of me or stars we look up to

     

    (Chorus)

    The same people who say to love our self

    Tell us we are nothing and hurt our health

    Why do you want to keep us so thin?

    Do you fear our strength, the women within?

    So holding us down was all you could do

    To keep us in your shadows, beneath you

     

     

    Laughed at Mariah and then Christina

    Said it was drugs or anorexia

    And then it happened to Lady Gaga

    As we the tabloids and magazines

    And watch the video on TMZ

    Saying her songs should be named Porker Face

    And Papparazi need the wide lens out

    So go on, yeah go ahead, tell those kids!

    While we tell them that they are worthless

    Not to become bullies, or be afraid

    That they can become anything they want

    When you don’t mean a damn thing that you say

    The countless excuses for real writers

    Make their money yet none will know their name

    As woman after woman gets whiter,

    Thinner, blonder, and are still put to shame

     

    (Chorus)

     

    So what becomes stronger, my loving me

    Or my hating myself for what I see?

    I will not starve myself or purge myself

    Or worship your false image; hurt myself

    Hate myself as I slowly kill myself

    Won’t take those pills myself, or drink your shakes

    To fit inside the mold of your dream weight

    While you fill my head with your nightmares

    Haunting my thoughts and killing my daydreams

    Dreams to design my own line or to act

    It’s been almost 20 years in this fight

    Me against my body, darkness vs. light

    But I will not surrender, will not kneel

    Or take it as you say your lies are real

    Now, the only time I bow is to pray

    Not to porcelain or for what you say

     

    (Chorus)

Friday, 14 September 2012

  • poem: Tick Tick, Tock

    Tick, tick, tick tock,

    Tick tock, goes the clock,

    The heart that beats within

    Is it biological?

    Yes, but not in the way you might perceive

    Change me, shape me, and try to deceive,

    Well you can try, at least

    To make me feel I am beneath the rest

    And that I am sinking down,

    Become an archaic form,

    And formless all the same

     

    Whether I am a "true" or a "real" woman,

    Or a human being, with any purpose at all,

    Does not rely upon what or how many lives I create,

    But, how many I help grow and transform

    The same holds true

    As I approach thirty,

    When I reach forty,

    And beyond the threshold,

    I am still a woman,

    I am still me,

    And, beyond all of this,

    I still beat.

     

    My clock is not the when or where,

    The who I will or will not meet.

    And I do not believe in falling,

    Only feeling her ancient arms, enclosing me with her wings

    And her sacred earth below

    Her paths before me, as they weave, and continue to change,

    And the footprints and the fantoms of myself,

    That I leave behind as they become one with her secrets

    For others to learn from and to leave behind within my own

    No matter how old I become, or withered I begin to feel,

    I will still feel the tick, tick... tock,

    For my heart will still beat

    That same beat

     

    At times, quicker

    At times, with more pauses

    But, it will beat steadily, all the same

    If I feel old, if I feel young,

    If I feel anything at all,

    I will feel it within, and it will be a story

    And a rhythm that is my own.

    And, no matter where I go,

    Who I will or will not be with,

    I am still with Her and she will be

    Within me, without me,

    I never walk alone

Thursday, 31 May 2012

  • poem: Intimacy (Breaks Away)

    It starts with one small lie

    One that you tell yourself

    That you will never grow apart

    You will be there, no matter what

    And, you can bear anything

    Together and apart

     

    Until one day, you wake up

    And you know you cannot return to dreams

    And relive that first kiss

    Or all that came before

    And, it hits all at once

    Though it all took years or months

     

    That same cute laugh or crooked smile,

    The way they trace their lips

    Or how they stroke your hair;

    These things that drew you in

    And got inside your head

     Become like shrieking chalkboards

    In the back of your mind

     

    First, you do anything

    To find time together, to find a way

    Now, you do anything

    Just to break away

    And, what tears you up

    And pierces the heart

    Is that no matter how near you get,

    And often the closer you are,

    To where you feel each other’s heartbeats

    You still see their smirks, their tears,

    And everything between

    Through any distance, and in the dark,

    You still know that the closer you are,

    You still could not feel any further apart

Thursday, 03 May 2012

  • Depressed and wanting an escape, from myself

    I know I have a lot to be thankful for and going for me. I just can't explain when I get down, especially lately. My cycle has also been out of whack, leading to more mood problems. Most people want an escape from their job, surroundings, or something else. I want an escape from myself, but can't. Since I was little, I felt so out of place (which only got worse now in my 20s), and like a nuisance or burden. When I was 11, I remember part of why I starved myself was feeling I did not deserve to eat. I am hoping to get help with my new bcp. My depression is especially bad at night where I find myself crying and hating myself the most. At times, I don't know why I am so down, but I just hooe to get better.

LadyCelt357

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