Life lessons of a loner

Life lessons of a loner Have been well and truly learned The importance of being alone Friends desert you, lovers become exes And your mum rings you often to give you love But you are on your own So be happy with yourself Advertisements

Beautiful picture

Standing very close to a painting The colours look bright and the brush strokes are golden But its only when you take a step back Which is a step too close And look through the eyes of the buyer You realise, you see How the brush strokes burn the skin of the canvas And the…

Why are we obsessed about the dick?

You hypersexual, incompetent good for nothing MAN You fucking slow strolling bastard You arrogant motherfucking prick You lightey, whitey seeking Sahib DICKHEAD I fucking hate you Why are we obsessed about the dick? I hate to say this, I hate to write this But sometimes you just say to yourself, fuck it I don’t speak…

Converting my mum to feminism

I wish I could tell my mum about feminism I wish I could tell her to stop this sacrificing for the family shit It’s funny it hurts to bad It’s a fucking business Rolling out invested concern to others and not yourself I wish I could sit and tell her about this system called patriarchy…

A puppet’s life

Constantly being pulled by her mechanic’s eye Her wooden limbs forced to be soft to wait on the smiles of her audience Her eyes have to shine like a mirrors gleam In order to force a boy teenager to get his hand out of his pocket and take notice She has to wear her smile…

Desire

To be the object of desire What must it feel like? To want to be the object of desire Is a disease drilled into the mind You go round in blurry visions Only to come home to disappointment Like a period in The Handmaid’s tale To be the object of desire must be like Receiving…

You say I’m crazy

You and I, we didn’t make that vow Better for you and worse for me And centuries, years, later now It proves in the way it still hurts deep For years growing up I’ve had my fair share of doubts Denying every difference with a tear And sitting through the habitual silent blow-outs You say…