smile
pray for king and country
legs spread wide

cook, clean
track your cycle
against the moon
ready for baby no.2

get on your knees
and seek forgiveness

look pretty

sexy

but little –
shrink yourself
into the place you belong:
Pandora’s box
crafted by a god
for the ruin of man
the only female touch
is yours, nails clawing
at the velvet lined walls

fight

rip the fabric
from the walls

bleed, because this
is your right

learn
how to tear down concrete

and smash ceilings

face obstacles

and carry your sisters
to the finish line

continue to bleed,
to rise, to fall,
to live, to breathe
– this is your earth given right.

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I write about love, lust, struggle, survival, fickle things, dreams and the stars. And anything in between. You can read more of my writing at My Screaming Twenties

I released my debut collection of poetry…