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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Seasons 



Long has been the day

When summer soothed the breast of autumn 
Will you
Bring our plants back to life again?
I’m dazed and flushed
Off everything that could have been
Like the tin man 
Searching for what I never knew I had 
I see you in every shard of glass
Crystals splitting colors within the dark 
As leftover memories provoke my heart 



Of Words 

Tell me again that this feeling will subside
When the words refuse to sit on the pages
And all I know to do is let the dizzy take me in
I fall into a deep and enslaving melody
Swaying and shaking, encompassing every fiber in me

I cannot pause to think

Nor mute these letters that come alive through your ink
It’s a storm-driven string of hell in my hands
The perfect arrangement, a symphonic demise
And the way life takes us into demonic stuttering eyes
I cannot look away, I must purge my pen of this write

Releasing pent up sounds

Last response to your haunting chains
Clanging brash in trebles and hooks
Enough darkness to fill every book
To give everything up like swept away
If I let it all go, will this feeling decay?

This piece is created from the minds of the marvelous and ridiculously talented Johnny and myself, Souldiergirl.

 

Stages

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Mixed words Mixed looks

Mixed scenarios

I’m in your hooks

Lost pieces Lost souls

Lost lovers

I’m in your pull

Fallen clothes Fallen stars

Fallen parts

I’m in your heart

Locked lips Locked hands

Locked plans

I’m in your command

Promises made Promises teased

Promises empty

I’m in your trapeze

Lies whispered Lies screaming

Lies naked and revealing

You denied You doubted

You put me in the rearview

I’m treasured I’m honored

By an unknown future

So fuck the lies

I’m starting over