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Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Fe-Wail (poem)


A poem about the hardships of womanhood.

Pain.
Ripping hair out of body, tearing away.
Flesh.
Smooth, silky flesh, heaven between my legs.
Flesh, soft as feathers, long and lean and sexy
Sexy legs.
Rip flesh, pluck, tweezer, wax, thread
Beauty is pain
Rip flesh, so I can be beautiful like an Ann Summers model.

Pain.
Every month she waves her wand
Drown in your own blood
(Red rum)
Cries. Pills and painkillers, put her to rest
Why.
Mother nature, why would ya, make us drown in our blood once a month?
Aches, oooh, stabbing in the stomach
Punches over and over again

Pain.
(Ssh baby, it's ok just relax)
Penetration.
Blood everywhere...
(But I want you)
OUCH!
Stabs in the crotch, penis tearing me apart
Rip.
Rip through a girl's virginity as she clutches onto you for dear life
OW.

Pain.
A new life from the old, our main purpose
Pro-create.
Woman breathes life, woman bears life
Woman bears pain of bearing life.
SCREAMS
DOCTOR HELP ME OH HELP ME SO
DOCTOR DOCTOR I THINK I'M DYING
Pills and painkillers, painkillers and pills
C-Section.
(Pain is too grand)
A woman's pain as she wails
As her man holds her hand, holds her body,
Holds her hair back as she vomits
Strokes her when she's sick
Listens to her screams and demands
Nods his head without wail.

Without response to a woman's wails.


23rd June 2016

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