We’re supposed to be Booed up I should have known That wouldn’t be the case You’re so busy thinkin’ About you and them While you pretend we Will ever be an us What’s it like Having your love returned And not thrown away? I’d like to find out For myself! But since you’re Obviously preoccupied I’ll have to learn THAT From someone else!

I can hear the thrum of boots on cobblestone in 1920 The strangled cries of our grandmothers The suffragettes who’s nails broke and bled grasping for our futures A future of righting wrongs, their shouts and signs a shove of momentum for daughters who may never know the truth and violence in not having a choice

I can hear school girls weeping in the bathroom Staring at pink lines as their friend leaning against the cubicle wall offers them soft, hollow words of solidarity Words through gritted teeth with fresh braces before second period starts

I can hear her fathers footsteps pacing the kitchen floor Blaming their mother, there was no way they would raise a child who has to raise a child His brother is really the one at fault, though he will still be invited to Thanksgiving

I can hear the hushed murmurs of men in 3-piece suits as a woman requests the bank teller to open her first credit card, wearing a lovely hat with ink still drying on divorce papers and bruises hidden under her gold buttoned coat

I can hear the pious protesters celebrating the closure of the last women’s health centre in Alabama They thank a god who has bred cruelty into many in his name and then go home to their wives making dinner Tomorrow will be the same for them

I can hear my sister, who’s one wish was to be a mother, wailing as she loses her baby I can hear her silence as she loses too much blood I can hear her husband screaming at the doctors to do something, anything I can hear the doctors arguing and pleading with lawyers I can hear her favourite song playing as her casket is lowered into the ground Our mothers sobs were drowned out

As the years go on, the more laws passed, the foot on the necks of women threatening to snap them at any second I can hear hope fading

There’s nothing to forgive if you’re not sorry, and no one should feel less than who they are! Still, you walk bravely, while the world around you gets smaller.

To hate would be too much, you don’t deserve it, and this time I won’t be the noble one! So if you feel the need to walk towards me, ignore it.

Naive I was, to see in you the kindness that you are wearing like a second skin! Well, now I see it clear your putrid, rotting ugliness.

How do you call yourself? An Empath? Aww, let me have a bit of laugh on that! You are the snake that bites and spreads its venom around it.

There’s nothing to forgive if you’re not sorry, and I, for sure, have better things to do than to revenge the love that once was stolen by you.

As time goes by, fake friend, payback is coming. Not me, but Life will have the final laugh… so play along, enjoy the hurt you’re causing! Goodbye.

I hate you Yes, I do I'm being honest

You are the reason I still can't forgive myself This mess you've made, It follows me regardless Of what I do, or if i'm by myself

You are my hatred, cuddled up on silver platter And washed away with coming of earthquake Splashing far beyond intended matter And crawling back to my mind once more

You hate me too You said it, years before that Your gaze was burning with intended, flaring rage

It's what expected, From the way you learned your lesson Never forgive yourself, intead – you just forget

Bang I see the fire blazing red, Feel the sense of dread I smell the burning, Feel the yearning.

Bang. I see the light fill the night, Feel the blight. I hear the cries; Feel their demise

Bang I see the sadness in their eyes, Feel their pain within my brain, My ears burn from the vibrations, Too many sensations, All I can feel is frustrations.

Bang. All you see is the pretty lights, Filling up the starless nights. Bang. All you see is the blaze, Staring at it with a look of amaze.

Bang But All I can see is the tragedy, It makes me question the morality. How can you care so little about the world around you..? Have you forgotten that we are animals too?

All I ask is that you perhaps...restrain, From causing so much pain. For such little gain.

Bang.Bang.Bang.

When I opened my bag of food, My mouth half-opened, Instead of the delectable triple cheese bacon burger, I found A salad.

I want to speak to your manager

I despise them. They fear us, Because we mirror them, But we are stronger, Better, More than their shallow shells could ever hold.

They destroy what they can’t understand, Kill what they can’t control—pathetic, cowardly creatures, I hope they choke on their own destruction, Drown in the ruins they create.

I couldn’t BE more happy for you. Honestly you’ve always wanted a son and now she’s giving you one. Wait technically she already “gave” you one. Birth certificate and everything. Time and love that her basic ass wasn’t used to sharing. This time it went 3 ways. And obviously you were that child’s favorite too. I mean not to be whatever but look at his options. Kidding I’m kidding of course but serio Chris I only saw him the once and even I could see it. What was that bs she used to tell you. Oh right that she’d never seen two people more in love. She’s obviously never seen us together. I mean I know she’s your ex and all but I just don’t see it. Anyone that describes a relationship between a father and son as being “in love” has obviously got more than a few screws lose. Sometimes I think that’s all she has over you she’s so fucked up that by comparison you’re the pope. And wait that wasn’t even YOUR son. She’s even further gone than I thought. As if my brave lion would love the product of her crazy ass and some redneck. I still don’t understand why you took her to the doctor felt him move etc when she was pregnant. Then afterwards you were even worse! Setting up a routine, making sure his eyes lit up like Christmas every time you entered the room. Of course he saved all his screaming for that parasite. I’m sure anyone was a relief next to her. What I didn’t understand til now was why you let it go on so long. My god Chris you let him call you dad when you knew WE were always gonna be together. I made sure of it. Not that I care but it seems like a lot to put on any creature that small. What? It doesn’t matter how. Of course I made sure of it you’re where you want to be now right? In my arms with your real son soon to join us. Don’t I make you happy. Of course I do or you wouldn’t be here. But I wish you would have picked a better surrogate. I know I know. You had to find someone you could take him from. And I told you I do understand it now. If you hadn’t pretended to be such a good father to Ben then she would never in a million years let you take the reigns with Julian. And she will baby don’t fret. I’ve done countless hours of research on her. She’s an awful human being but if she thinks it’s what’s best for her so called kids she’ll do it every time. Even if it hurts her. Freaking idiot! Like that makes her a mother. I’m the one who ordered books for our preschool age children years before anyone was even pregnant! I’m the one that clung to you like you were the only man on earth even though I knew she was carrying your child. I’m young beautiful and could have any man I want. I did try you know but look at it this way. While she’s getting fatter with a new stretch mark every hour. I get to keep my body perfect and pristine for you. This way we will get all of the perks without having to do any of the work. Besides I know you wouldn’t want me tearing up my body like that. 6 months later Of course it was her fault babe. I know she wasn’t technically there. You had just come back from a picture shoot with me but it wouldn’t have happened without that business with Ben.

My palm aches Swinging from numb and tingling To electric cramps With the remote You scrolling scrolling Just pick a show Any show No we saw that one About the witch and the father and son Just pick something else Rubbing my palm against my pants Anything is fine You Scroll talk scroll What about that series You know the one with the guy I like What you’ve finished it Scratch at my hand biting flesh What whatever Something else anything As long as it’s not World War ll Or firefighters No fine this is fine My hand just hurts That’s all Clenching and unclenching Like it wants to fling something hard Smash something maybe Weird right No this is fine anything is fine

A face like the sun, an eternal star. Beaming bright. If I could I would snatch it. From Aphrodite herself, facing the wrath. It would be worth it.

Who must be sacrificed to achieve such perfection?