Did Eve feel this way?A rush, a hunger, a moment of complete surrender?These sweet parallels,our desires–no different. It was never about an apple anyway.My skin is red, a ripe apple. Could it be nerves or just arousal?He softly holds my core,as my bits drip down his chest—I have never wanted anything more.A seed spills free,… Continue reading My Flesh, His Fruit
I realized more and more as the days passed by how money really is the power to anything and if they asked me again if money can buy happiness, a million times I would say Yes. Why? Because my grandma who was stuck in a hospital for days would have had better care from a… Continue reading A Hospital? Or A Mortuary?
From an early age, we’re told what’s right “Don’t do this”, “Don’t wear that” “Be like them and blend in” But why must I do what society says, When my heart feels a different way? Am I not enough to live life my way? They tells us how to speak, how to be And silence… Continue reading A Women’s Silenced Cries
AttentionSomething that I have craved for so longAttentionSomething that I no longer wantAttentionI have learned from the past and need to shareI am no longer a child and can see a future ahead of meA universal problem that yet feels so personal I kept thinking inside my own little bubbleBurst, I can see clearly all… Continue reading Learning From My Past
Abortion has been around for a while, since the most ancient times. One of the first records of an abortion was from 1550 BCE Egyptian Ebbers Papyrus. For those times, it was a different reason why many women then got an abortion. Most of them were because they were high-end women being told to hide… Continue reading Women are Not Objects
I hear two men chucklingas I pick something up for them.I feel wandering eyes,baring into my skin and bones.I hear my dad’s sexual commentsabout girls my age. (I was fourteen.)I see a woman,never noticing the phone up her skirt.I hear my dad and my uncles,cheering on my cousin’s catcalling.I see my new friend’s message,tired of… Continue reading “What Is It Like to Be a Woman?”
Who is she?I am a nineteen-year-old woman, I say woman because I’ve found that as a sex we are discredited too often.I am a woman, along with all the younger and older.I’ve never felt more sure of my womanhood than when I write my true authentic thoughts. When here and now, I am allowed to… Continue reading The Woman is not a Flower
In a very small religious town, there was a 16-year-old girl named Ana. She had such a huge heart and deeply believed in love at first sight. Ana met an abusive guy from whom she constantly sought validation. She soon found out she was pregnant, and he did everything in his power to leave her,… Continue reading Rainbow Baby
i feel you getting closera blaze of hot breaththe stickiness of your skinyour pungent cologneyou pull me closermy stomach is curdling panties ripped off viciously the primitive nature of "man."screeching nothing comes out "you're so tight."hands wrapped around my throatthrusting harder and harder disappearing into obscurityi'm nothingan orifice seated on the toilet one hand with… Continue reading your choice is not my choice
