Soundcheck

By WordWomit786169

An itch in my throat

An unorganic growth.

Dusting the cobwebs

One line a time.

Criticism veiled as concern

An emotional abuse guruji

Gaslighting my victories

And highlighting my losses.

Sneaky petes and flirty james

Are far better

Than your conniving misogyny

Extract what you may

You Sucked my zeal out

Now I have no gas to give

No voice to sing

you strangle me with your sting

Now I’m the bird who traded her wing

For a  finger and a silly ring.

 

 

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The Sweet Freedom of Love

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If I inspire you to breathe, can I inspire you to see?

If I inspire you to see, can I inspire you to sing?

If I inspire you to sing, can I inspire you to dance?

If I inspire you to dance, can I inspire you to laugh?

If I inspire you to laugh, Can I inspire you to love?

If I inspire you to love, Can I inspire you to be?

If I inspire you to be, Can we be?

If we be, Can it become us?

If it becomes us, You & I will cease to exist.

By Anonymous