I'm a woman

But not the palatable kind

Men see me

They want a taste but often can't stomach it

I writhe and thrash around

Until they have to spit me out

But women always see me

The whole of me

The pit of me

Every last bit of me

They don't complain that I'm too dark

To shine their torches through me

And make me bright 

I never bend to their will

But I ...

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19.05.20

I must be soft spoken but outspoken
Have I got that right?
Opinionated by reverant 
Am I correct?

Brave and independent whilst right by your side
A perfect listener who contributes just the right amount to make you feel heard 

I must be loyal and dedicated 
Present 
But not when you're busy 

A perfect girl in your perfect world 
Who you'll make into your perfect wife 
...

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I want to breathe

I want to cry

I want to live

I want to die

I want to stay out til' 7am

I want a boy that's heaven sent

I want a house

I want a car

I want to travel

But not too far

I want to laugh

I don't want to think

I want to pour myself a big fat drink

I want to dance

I want to fight

I want to see your face in morning light

I want to jump into t...

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Everyone’s having babies

Everything’s just turned up a whole notch of crazy

They must just think I’m lazy

But I too, could really love a baby

Makes me feel quite stupid

I’ve never had luck with cupid

Life doesn’t come with a blueprint

But really did for you, kid

Never been dripping in diamonds

Couldn’t find a man to afford them

And even if he offered

I’d ...

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Stretch marks.

Silver ripples

on a pearl pond, he says.

I don't need him to love them, but

it helps.

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Kemah Bob

The chime-chirp glint in your talk

pep-drawling, through my grit-clogged Samsung speaker

like a wise blue hedgehog with salacious 

pips and chings of playground secrets

makes my covid swab a shade less eye-popping.

My cobbled, shapeless day seem masterful.

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Thank you, dears.

For marched words

rawed bare, from

placard rage

to simpered

platitudes.

For now, plain,

awful grief

is just. Mine.

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