Reality Wednesday 

  
“Men have the drive to provide for their family- it fuels their being. This is something a woman just does not understand”. 

-Random Person

Whaaaaat?!! Is this really the belief in current circulation? That is more of a rhetorical question. I am not here to battle or call anyone out. I am here to share about this woman (ah hem…me) and maybe shed some light on dusty minds…

  
  

I understand 

The drive

The passion

Every pulse of this being 

Beating through my breath and body 

Is a mama warrior fighting 

Forget the ladder

And crush that glass ceiling 

Baby, I am outside your window 

Scaling that sky scraping building 

Full time, part time, side jobs…

One, two, sometimes…

Three jobs

Earning my stripes 

Throw my suit in the “provider” fight 

So, with all due respect 

Sir…

Yes- I do understand 

The drive to provide for my family

For when I rip my skin

It bleeds red, white 

And them! 

   
 

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Wake Me 

  Broken apologies 
From all the times life used 

“I’m sorry”

Worn out whiskey bottles 

From hands clutching glass

To sink the rising sorrows

The window seat 

..where hope and my soul meet 

Now submerged from the pointed finger 

“Not today little girl”

Yeah ok..

Well I am pretty tired of this 

…teasing burial of my dreams

So I’m gonna make like a fairytale 

And sleep underground

Wake me with that kiss

When heartbeats sync with bliss 

 

Fire 

  

I am talking about fire

And the fire is me

Yearning to be

A flame wrapped around a naked heart and fiending soul

An inescapable thought 

A tethered girl 

To an eager Palm

The swagger of a sweating sword 

Raging a war 

To get to me

I will not apologize 

For craving to be desired  

Wanted like there is no seconds

To pause this 

Habit of attraction

Did fairy tales come from real stories

Or desperate wishes on frantic stars

Dropping pictures onto lusting pages

All I know

Is the palpitations in my heart

Rush then halt!

Now enters…the other part

The beings flame is dimming 

Come rush and fly to me

To consume real love 

We must be

Burning