ACTING SWEET
My ass is not made for you to grope.
You act as if you’re a full time Pope.
I don’t stand alone in this whorehouse.
Its just weird for me to scream or shout.
Why no one can smell the evident foul?
When you all stare with those eyes of the owl.
You all want my body to shine in lotion.
Looking at my shape you rise in commotion.
I feel bad when I see those sexy magazines.
But you only deem your issues as Supreme.
I may always smile when you praise me.
Remember that I too can fake honesty.
At times I do want to show my body.
I exercise because its my hobby.
I may enjoy and say its totally fine
But don’t forget there’s always a thin line.
You say, “Woah! You look so hot!”
You desire to see what I got.
Asking me to unbutton one by one.
You think I can’t see that sick pun.
Your fingers are desperate to touch my body.
Sorry! But I don’t like to be your copy.
Yes, sometimes I gape at you without care
But when you do it, doesn’t it becomes fair?
When you use me, I feel uncomfortable.
I don’t want to have a seduction lable.
You don’t know how many times I dodge.
Whenever you try to touch my crotch.
Why you think only women are objectified?
The plight of men is unseen, its left aside.
I’m one of those men you’ll never identify.
I go through problems which i never testify.
×∞ Adin
13 February 2020
She Couldn’t Do It
“do it” she murmurs her dark hair flowing in the wind from an open window
“No” she said back.
“JUST DO IT,” she screamed. she aimed the gun at her own head her fingertips brushing against the trigger her soft brown hair stuck to the tears on her face. standing in her room gun in hand, her fingers brushed against the trigger once more. “Just do it” She murmured softly to herself. she closed her eyes in defeat as her finger came to rest upon the trigger.
“Mei! m-mei-mei?” She heard the voice of her 4 year old sister question what was happening, her voice quivered as if she could feel the sadness and tension in the room.
“Close the door Eva” She murmured shakily refusing to open her eyes too see such a sad scene playing before her eyes. she heard the door shut quietly and the soft patter of feet.
Her eyes snapped open at the pounding footsteps up the stairs her door burst open and she saw two of her very own terrified looking parents.
“Melinda w-what are you doing?” she heard the shaky voice of her mother. which was different from her usual melodious tone “What everyone wants mom.“she smiled sadly. “I don’t want this baby, don’t do this to me. don’t make me lose my baby girl.” Her dad cried, his blue eyes filled with tears unbelieving that his daughter would resort to this. “I don’t want this either, Mellie. i want you to live and get married a-and give me some grand babies.” Her mother said her original soft brown hair messily thrown into a ponytail.
“I-I’m gay, lesbian however you want to say it” she said quietly, she flinched at the anger in her fathers eyes “I-I d-didn’t mean t-to be, m’sorry” She hiccuped, fresh tears making its way down her face. she gripped the gun tighter her finger moving from its resting spot on the trigger “Give me the gun” Her father said sternly. “No” She shook her head rapidly, taking a step back.
her mother took a step forward, “Mellie i don’t care who you love as long as you love uncondinally. give me the gun, honey. just put it in my hand, and it’ll all go away. i’ll make it go away just like i did when you were 9, i made the monsters go away right, baby?” Seeing Mellie nod she continued “I’ll do it again, i’ll make them go away, baby” she said as her own tears made their way down her cheeks.
“Y-you promise? Y-you W-won’t let them h-hurt me again?” She hiccuped, rubbing her tears away with her free hand like a child. “No baby they’ll never touch you again.” Her mother took another step forward, Getting closer by the minute.
“p-promise, mommy” she said quietly staring into green eyes that matched her own. “I promise baby. i 100% promise they’ll never touch you again.” Mellie squeezed her eyes shut before releasing the death grip she had on the gun. it now hung loosely from her hand as she placed it in her mothers. her mothers hand quickly handed the gun to her husband as she collapsed with sobs. she fell to the ground catching mellie, brushing her locks of hair away as she cried murmuring her own apologies
she hated herself for loving woman. she thought the world would be better without someone like her. she hated herself because of something she couldn’t control. now she has to learn to love herself or let it destroy her.
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What is love?
If love is a drama,
Your heart holds the script.
If love is a song,
Your lips house the lyrics.
If love is a flower,
Your body is the bloom.
If love is fire,
Your hug blows the heat.
If love is blind,
Your kiss leads the way.
If love is crazy,
Your smile made it so!
If love is war,
Your breast is safety.
If love is dead,
Then You are it’s reincarnation!
