Independent black woman
Most of the time the word objectified is used to mostly to women who either choose not to stand up to the oppression of being objectified by a man or other human beings.
People don’t understand that being a very young black woman is a disadvantage because from being a woman is already bad in front of men’s eyes but adding black to it makes it worse that being I’m being objectified as a woman who is black in this overly racist society.
No matter how black people wanted to be treated equally we can’t because there will always being that racist that waved the confederate flag with honour and not to worry cause there will be a black man or woman who will stand up to them and put them in their place.
A black woman is strong in fact tactful with the way she thinks having undergone different issues in her life she sticks through it and becomes glorious.
Italian lover
Maybe it’s your brooding look or your darkened eyes whenever our eyes touch.
The way you make you feel when our skins when we make love and sparks fly under the starry sky.
I can’t seem to fantom why when you speak in that deep words those Italian words chills run through my body which makes me all hot and bothered.
Why do you like me, that fat girl at the side. But it doesn’t matter cause my Italian lover is made for me.
Angel of death
Angel of death.
The most beautiful figure in all of eternity. It’s loving arms bring me into an embrace that is but comforting and scary. His loving face, sharp jaw that could cut a person and the most penetrating blue eyes with specks of green that could make the most hard hearted person melt into a puddle.
But that’s what’s on the surface.
Madness.
Ive been around searching trying to find that gaping hole in my life.
You’ve been beside me every step of the way asking
“What are you looking for”
Maybe it’s just me but I want that hole in my life plugged or something out of it.
You may find me going crazy or entering the stage of madness but, will you enter with me or leave me like the others.
In the mud, at my dirtiest
I know what the hole is, it’s you talking behind my back about leaving me.
But I guess I should get used to it.
I’m always left in the mud.
Us.
As his feet padded the ground, my heart thumped against my chest faster and faster imploding within me. The moment our heads lifted and gaze caught, we were done for.
There was no going back, even with the barriers blocking us. I would always remember our relationship of 5 years, counting down to the 4 months of hardship to the 2 of us against the world.
Evil.
Evil is him, her, everyone. Evil is that dark aura that builds inside of you. The depiction of good that masks its self, that dark shadow a the back of your mind making decision that wreck you, that person who gives you joy builds you up and brings you down with a sweet smirk that mares still face.
Evil is in the air, everywhere and in you.
Him.
Felling the pulsing feeling inside of me. He smiled as he looked into my eyes, I felt happy for the first time ever but I knew life is a bitch.
He was the only man I would ever love, and my kidnapper who used me as his personal whore, but I love it even when his smile turned a snarl and he hit me repeatedly.
Choice.
One word stories sum it all up, the word just comes at you. ‘You’ what do you think it is, i dont care.
Just so you know one world can change a persons life, livelihood, whether they stay or die.
If one could enjoy or go to endless suffering, but one word matters the most CHOICE.
Most dont read into it, but think about anything before you say it out and remember you do have a choice.
No matter how rich or poor, you own yourself and have a right to do what you want.