For the record to all those out there who seem to think that they are practicing some form of radical feminism by putting other women down for their sexual choices (example: being the sub in an s/D relationship), by thinking their plight outweighs that of trans women, by placing their focus above that of all others, classifying all men as cruel and worthless, FUCK YOU. You are tearing a rift in a movement that could help and I hope that you mature and begin to realize that we are all in this together; that by judging a fellow woman who is powerful and in control of her body and life based on choices you don’t like or understand you are a part of the damn problem.
You beg me, “Please don’t go
I can’t stand the pain.”
You promise softly that you’ll never hurt again.
But your touch bruises,
Your kisses sting,
And it will always be the same.
This fear in me I fear
Will never fade away.
Beg me to lie here,
Your bloody sacrifice,
Beg me to die here
So maybe you can one day make it right.
You break my wings
So I can’t take flight;
You tear my soul to shreds
All to try to bind me to you
But I think I would rather be dead.
I’ll take my freedom,
Whatever the cost.
I may stumble,
I may feel lost
But away from you my wings will heal.
My skin will once again learn to feel
Something pleasant instead of pain.
Away from you I will learn to smile again.
I have no need for harmful hands
And acid kisses.
Love should not cause harm.
So I’m heading for the hills
Setting off every alarm
To tell them all
A monster that hurts
Does not love.
I’m thankful for the things I can’t explain;
For the people I don’t need to name,
They know who they are.
I’m thankful for the quiet times,
And the laugh all nights.
I’m thankful for the beautiful highs,
And even the murky lows,
I’m thankful for the, “I told you so’s,”
For the letting go’s;
For the scars that hold
A lesson learned,
I’m thankful for a steel guitar,
That sends me to a special place
Deep in my heart.
I’m thankful for the lonely dark,
And the friend filled days.
I’m thankful for you,
In so many ways.
I’m thankful for memory lane;
For the times I cried for joy
Instead of pain.
I’m thankful for arms to hold
Me when I’m knocked off my feet.
I’m thankful for my old friends,
And the ones I’ve yet to meet.
I’m thankful for my sorted past
And the trail I’m about to blaze.
I’m thankful for the lazy days
And the ones in which hells been raised.
I’m thankful for the ones I love
The ones here and the ones above.
I’m thankful for these little things