feeling a sense of anxiety and discomfort
In new spaces in new places
Makes my chest burn
With embarrassment and shame
At the thought of feeling so lame.
Further angered at the red hot tears
That resembles the fear searing through me.
So I pull back,
Sit down
Let it all wash over me.
Stand up
So I push forward.
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
As the sun peeks over the horizon
I open my eyes and think of you
I turn to see you sleeping
Chestnut lids covering dark brown eyes
That look in to mine with passion ablaze
Surely I dreamt of you while sleeping by your side
Hands clasped between our thighs.
I pass the day with sweet nothings and forget me nots
Forging my own path with joy and liberty
And as I lay down to sleep late in the midnight hour
My head on your chest finds rest
Feels so blessed to know you when I rise.
How do you express your gratitude?
I am so glad to have reached your shores
Somehow I have found this blessing
Bountiful, joyful and plenty,
Slowly unearthing a soul
Free and clean
Just as I am
Not now I should have been
A soft place to land
Queens in a kings seat with equal authority
To that of a man, a swarming army
Not here to paint a fiction
relatively justifying any particular picture
No lie to sell about godhood and patriarchy
a unwilling participant in a capitalistic system
I tried to cry last night
As grief filled my chest
Not a single tear could I press
From eyes that have seen lies
Betrayal makes the heart cold
I am the walking dead
a virus that has slowly spread
Now despair is all I can hold
Excuse me sir
Can I have a room please?
One with enough space
to try all that I’m carrying
And maybe you too, since you know it all
With all this time – just once – wouldn’t spoil it all
Show me what you know, just tell me where
I won’t hesitate when you tell me to put it there
And how about this?
How does it look?
What does it make you feel?
Do I have you shook?
Would you do this?
If I called would you come?
To my fitting room
Let’s see what this becomes.
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