please, know there are some of us waiting for you to collapse into yourself. understand you are not just a mindless drone worth only of what you can provide. Its funny huh, how similar at core the pain is of women and men in there strikingly different textures. hear me, darling one. Here ME, MAN….

I am the violence of the heart The outrage, the riot, what you can’t tear apart I am fucking ugly I am brutal, ridiculous, horrifying to truly see I take NONE of your manipulations of me Awe, what’s wrong? Can’t take the heat? I am the one you call for a bloody restart The one…

something has shifted in me. the wrinkly sunken face of the hag I once feared more then anything… is now my god. She Is My God I worship her every line every crack I was scared, of whats to come aging, for women, by definition: we “lose power and beauty”. or so the programming goes….

You incessantly try to be better then, higher up, prettier, smarter, “the best” but what if… In reality… There is NO “better than”. What if in reality, there is no hierarchy. Ever. What if in reality, there is no such thing as power. What if in reality, there is no such thing as beauty. In…

Real Magic has been lost in the incessant manipulation, pretending, forcing, lying, etc. It is endless in its expressions. It is everywhere. Playing Pretend. It’s what is referred to as “The Beast” in a metaphoric sense, and it has MANY arms, and all of them are connected fed and activated by any kind of manipulation,…

They tell you love is self sacrifice, they tell you the more you give of yourself the more you must love them. They make slavery look like romance, and I mean that in every way. They make it look like the person who loves more is weak and taken advantage of, and the cold removed…

I  slip into your mind like a virus  I am the Antithesis  I am unified OPPOSITES  I am love I am all of it  when necessary, I’m violent  I don’t let go, stop telling me surrender is feminine  I didn’t get that little slavery memo  cause let’s be honest  you’re all fucking scared of women 

lying, pretending, acting, this immediately fragments you and removes you from reality.  the longer you do it, the harder it is to return without help.  your soul, and psyche will have to come back together again.  and we worship this act of “pretending” in Hollywood, the big ship directing the little ones.  making this whole…

they tell you fighting back is wrong, don’t you dare hex anyone! meanwhile our entire world is built on secret societies who do ritual, hoarding information, there bellies full but oh don’t do a death spell then you’re doomed to hell! they just want an uneven playing field so they made you think you were…

I walk right into the fire face first  I refuse anything that doesn’t feel good, I don’t force it if it hurts  I am the one who made friends with my dark parts  My very worst  I am the acceptance at the end of your fear  I am the grin of terror, the hurricane of…

I survey the invisible minefield in front of me  Nobody else can see it  But I can  Divisive forces, trying to box you in  Declarations of what is  And what isn’t  A razors edge is where I dance  An inevitable balance  The scary but true romance  I merge entire oppositional worlds in the belly of…

Again, and again, I open. I am bashed upon the head by continued complexity. Endless halls of it as I witness its radical impossibility Again, and again, I open. My heart, my soul, my blood, this is my call. I Love It All Impossible Vulnerability Aching Tender Tenacity This Is Me With little to no…

Everyone is fighting to be heard like a deafening echo chamber Who’s right and who’s wrong I think i’m drowning in opinions I feel like everyone Is an unknowing minion I just want to take your hand, whoever you are, on whatever beliefs you stand From any past you have to tend It does not…

I chose me through the maze, the arrays of convincing opinions through the absolute fuckery of shame through fields lacking logic through people who saw me as a wallet I chose me through ulterior motives of others through an abusive mother through hopeless acts to be better through stabs at my self esteem through betrayals…

but I don’t want to make sense!  I don’t want to curate components of me  forcibly making a symphony  so I don’t look crazy  is that what they call branding?  It’s SUFFOCATING  I want to be the woman people wonder about  Whom is far too much  for anyone to even comprehend  I want to be…