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Rise Of The WomanI grew up wanting to be a boy,
but only so my father would approve.
He couldn’t love women,
and kept them chained in his shadow,
to worship under his feet as the benevolent GOD
he saw himself to be.
We were all lesser creatures
that clung to his darkness,
allowing his beliefs to dictate our own.
He broke us,
his three wives and his only daughter.
The fallacy of a god will eventually find you,
and I ignored his faults in my years of servitude
until his final proclamation,
“I don’t have to keep promises”
shattered my faith
and I went in search of something better
because goddamn it, I deserve better.
And I learned to love women
and I learned why I flinched when men walked by too close
and I lost my god
but I am learning to love myself.
I will still hear his decrees of my insanity,
of my dulled intelligence,
of my less-than-ideal w
Break Free From SilenceIn space, you can finally scream.
The vacuum will rob you of sound,
as if you needed to feel anymore
seems almost reachable in a city
of stars and galaxies and universes and you.
It’s so easy to lose yourself
amongst the concrete. Screams
die out along the walls of the city.
Your voice is just another sound,
background noise that extends into infinity.
There isn’t a point in speaking anymore.
Remember though, you always wanted more
than the countryside could ever offer you.
Fields stretched out to infinity,
but at least there, it was possible to scream
and it carried for miles, the sound
of a voice then lost in the city.
You could blame the city,
but it was the people who took more.
They looked through you, discouraged your sound
until you were no longer able to pick out your voice, and you
Sometimes, the Earth feels too tight for infinity.
Even it will eventually die, faceless, amid the cities
of its brethren. Wi