Children hungry for love.

Children who grew up too fast.

Driving around drunk father figures and watching them slip deeper into belligerence .

The fact that I’m a

BITCH

Because I don’t welcome the unwarranted touch from a stranger, who doesn’t love me, know me, care.

Who thinks they can graze this carefully scrupulated structure of skin whenever their hormones resemble cacophony

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG HERE

The fact that our women are chastised for covering too much or revealing more than enough.

And yes I said our women because we belong to EACHOTHER.

We have constructed a culture of hate,

But we are capable of so much more.

I don’t know about you but I am tired of my brothers and sisters being shamed into expectations that don’t quite fit right

Too tight. Too loose. Too uncomfortable.

TOO MUCH.

Labels drown us.

Blaming the victim because her body asked for it. Her soft lips called for it. That red lipstick was for him, wasn’t it?

Rape culture will define the self-imposed hate of generations to come, not just girls. This is an issue of humanity. We are all having this for breakfast.

The fact that sheets can terrorize because they hold stains and instill nightmares

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG HERE.

There is enough oppression to silence the most passionate orchestras within ourselves. We are easily the suppressor of others

Instead of healers, dreamers, uplifting our neighbors, smiling at strangers.

There is nothing worse than traipsing around- ghost like.                                    No voice

            No choice                    asking for it…PLEASE

 

It’s time to break the silence that once impoverished us.