Category: Free Verse

I wish ruling was a female game 

Pride, tears, heartbreak could be reclaimed 

How dare you touch her, smash her, crush her with no tiny bit of shame 

Are we masochists or happy slaves long used to being tamed? 

I wish we weren’t always the one to blame 

Just cause we have a vagina, born with a goofy brain 

I wish I could burn their stone cold hearts with the singing flame 

Lightening this beautiful cigarette, this guilty misbecame 

I wish we weren’t less than because of feminine birth names 

Because of the long hair, murdered appetite, unvoiced featherbrain 

I wish the goddess wasn’t withhold by Man chieftain 

Pregnant bellies worshiped, Life was no overstrain 

I wish Virgin Marry wouldn’t be dying of pain 

Seeing her daughters mercilessly slain 

By the tough hands of a man who’s nothing but vain 

So rugged so drastic so cruel to let her complain 

Nothing will melt that iced soul, not even the rattlebrain 

The revenge temptation is boiling in my veins 

I wish our lavish emotions could freeze, only firmness remains 

I ain’t doing laundry tonight, tomorrow, or any other day 

I ain’t wearing lingerie; ain’t smiling to you from my broken window pane 

When you’re back from work, craving cupcakes baked with gloom grain 

You’re not a maid, not a maiden, not a plain Jane 

You’re not a whore, not a miss, not a dishonor stain 

This is a man’s world a drunken once sung on a stage of disdain 

A woman brought you here, fed you milk from the breasts you mock. It is mundane 

A woman stayed up healing that tiny broken leg from a boy ballgame 

Show some respect, if not to her, to your soul drenched in inherited shame 

I wish you get it 

Or should I reframe? 

On the fierce windy night
I took some psychic pills to sleep
(This- was-long time ago)
On my lonely bed, I lie
Looking at the ceiling
I see hands wigging and fighting
And trying to touch me
I feel they are trying to convey a message
But I was like a drunk person
I closed my eyes
I pretended nothing happened
I open my eyes again
It is true, nothing happened 

The ceiling was clear
I tried to remember what I saw
And then suddenly
String Fire inflammation in my ceiling
Fighting and trying to burn me
I feel it is trying to convey a message
But I was like a drunk person
I thought this was a haunted house
I went through the door, harmless ghosts staring at me
With feet that make no sound upon the floors
I meet them on the stairs
Along the hall, they come and go
Instantly,
A white bright light flashed in my eyes
I closed them
5-minutes passed
I opened them
I was trying to worry
“What a scary night?”
I saw the ceiling again
Worrying what is going to happen next
But it was only the reflection of wigging trees
I realised that all of this was due to the psychic pills 

Those pills made me drunk 

And I started imagining hand, eyes, fire 

“What a scary night?” 

To be a woman  

To fight for your mere existence  

Don’t dress like that! Sit like a lady!  

How dare you show resistance?!  

Be polite, do not act shady  

Smile a bit, you look too tense  

Be breathtaking  

Catch a husband soon  

You’d be so talented at baking  

Why study hard?  

You won’t be traveling to the moon  

Are you tired of this training?  

You only graduate with a ring  

Do not daydream of independence  

Or dare to grow a wing  

Daydream only of being a housewife  

And the bearing of a child you shall bring  

Life has a norm and this is your life  

It is a blessing!  

How dare you say you feel a sting?  

Your life has been already determined  

From the moment the nurse announced  

“It’s a girl!”  

You say you’d treat her like a pearl  

Yet it isn’t what you’re doing  

Oh to be a woman  

I curse you with this sinful yet sanctifying fever 

The longing that you killed when you winked at the hunger 

When you crucified an eager in a languishing desire 

I curse you with the moans that were locked in the chamber 

With the kiss that you left still jailed in the ardor 

I curse you with the scent of a clingy naughty whisper 

With the handicapped lust, with the gasping admire 

I curse you with the love that was buried in the fire 

When still under the spell fully plugged with the wire 

You were tender like a thunder to the yearning that you tire 

I curse you with the patience and the passion and the mire 

I curse you with the cuddle that would make me entire 

That will cure the hangover that will make me less a crier 

I curse you with the blood that you sucked you vampire 

I curse you with the drama our story did require 

I curse you with the nights when you thought I’m a liar 

With the callous little heart that was once my empire 

I curse you with the win, with the liberated flier 

I curse you with the warmth, with the promise made prior 

With the cold, with the loss, with the ashes after fire 

The word woman is not sacred, nor is it the most beautiful, nor does it need more help and respect, nor anything else … 

For years and centuries, this beautiful and respected name, has been suppressed, humiliated and discriminated. 

I do not need to receive special help, nor more respect, nor be the first person to move forward, nor immediately rush to my aid when I am just working, no matter how heavy and big I am, or any other issue. I am a woman, the only human being who does not need any special guardian, support or help. I am a woman, the only and only human being, simple as this. 

I am a woman, a human being, a beautiful woman. 

Being a woman 

Wants the greatness of the soul! 

My tears are not a symbol of my weakness 

Femininity means loving you with all you are. 

From far away … far … and so far, … 

Yes, I am a woman, but not an oppressed of history 

I curse this damn thing 

That worries me day and night 

Not to being myself, but to stay a girl !!! 

I curse that, I always hide behind the veil of virginity that forgets the virginity of my thoughts and gaze. 

Even if you are the strongest woman in the world, there are times when a hand must touch you, 

Heat your body … and taste your lips. 

What does it matter that I have never slept in the arms of a man? 

Judgments of today 

Execution, stoning 

Suffocating the shouts of protest 

Has taken my virginity from me 

I’m a single woman 

I dress as I like 

Red, yellow, orange, I put makeup, sometimes thick 

I dance – sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, 

I laugh out loud, without caring of what others think of me