MY SHORT SKIRT

My short skirt
is not an invitation a provocation an indication that I want it or give it or that I hook.
 

My short skirt is not begging for it it does not want you to rip it off me or pull it up or down.

My short skirt is not a legal reason for raping me although it has been before it will not hold up in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt is about discovering the power of my calves about cool autumn air traveling up my inner thighs about allowing everything I see or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof that I am stupid or undecided or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance I will not let you make me afraid My short skirt is not showing off this is who I am before you made me cover it or tone it down. Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness I can feel myself on the ground. I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation flag in the women’s army I declare these streets, any streets my vagina’s country.

My short skirt is turquoise water with swimming colored fish a summer festival in the starry dark a bird calling a train arriving in a foreign town.

My short skirt is a wild spin a full breath a tango dip.

My short skirt is initiation, appreciation, excitation.

But mainly my short skirt and everything under it is mine, mine, Mine.

—Eve Ensler, I Am An Emotional Creature

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Death & I (Otieno Kajwang's Eulogy - RIP)

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.

Mark R. Slaughter

Terror within Peace

 

I sense everyone’s eyes on ME,

Instead, I look down upon MYSELF,

Forgetting no opinion matters but I,

My decision to look to you,

Infused, within me, terror of THEM,

Doing nothing, to calm my heart

Astoundingly, remorse seemed to vanish,

Converted to a renewed determination,

It was all rather inevitable,

Bound to happen they say,

Silver lining, through the dark

Reality is too vivid,

Dangerous clouds forming over,

Abruptly, for a millisecond,

I look at THEM!

I see nothing;

Absolutely Nothing, Fear

Starts creeping back…

Glassy eyes,

Worry, Fatigue

Peace!

Malyun Ahmed 

MY BEST FRIEND

When I think of friends I have ever had
Your name comes first in my head
And smiles all over my face
Flashing back all the good memories we’ve had.

You’ve made me appreciate lots of things in life
You’ve made learn new things
You’ve made me see love in a different way
You make me smile each and every day.

Though you tease me at times
You are still the best.
Though I annoy you at times 
You are still there to correct me.

Am writing this poem for you
Because you inspired me to write
I know you are far away from me to say this in person
But hope you get to read this.

Always know I will appreciate you as my best friend. 

Juliet Minayo.

“… The Most Important Things in Life…”

 
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You’ll have your heart broken and you’ll break others’ hearts. You’ll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you’ll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you’ve never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, go to the beaches, hold someone’s hand, comfort a friend, go to the cinema, concerts and so on. Don’t be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back. you can sit there and complain or you can decide and move on don’t wait for next year or anything c’mon stop crying for people who moved on. Be strong and live your own life.

By Xtian Dela. 

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Grand Finale

You want me. You're hard.    
All right.          You're funny.    
Come on in. Come closer, then.    
I'll give you a production and finish like no other.      
You're in command.    
I'll do what you say.          For now.    
     
You like it fast?          So did he.    
I'll give you fast.    
Rip off my clothes, does it matter if they tatter?    
Kiss me, not on the lips.    
Search me,    
Explore me.    
It's all the same.    
Don't look into my eyes.    
Forget the tenderness.    
Bite me,    
Thrash me to the floor.    
Pin me down,    
Manipulate my flesh.    
     
You've groaned loudly          I'm silent.    
And thrusted...yes, I feel your sweat,    
But you want more.    
I'll give you more.    
     
The show is not done.    
     
It's my turn.    
Whip you around.    
Roll over.    
Pinned against my knees.          Ah, this is pleasure.    
A laugh...it's the first sound I make.    
       You don't see it, do you?    
          Busy with your lust.    
Ah, my hips circle and now my lips are down there--    
Rough, but sweet.    
You feel it don't you?    
     
Oh, you want to be on top again.          Ha.    
Roll over. Feel me down there.    
         That's what he did, too.    
            You want the same pleasure he took of me.    
            I may not be pure, but it wasn't by choice,    
            But you wanted this,    
            So I guess we are creating opposites with the equation.    
            He used sex to kill me on the inside...    
In.    
Out.    
In.    
Out.    
Oh, sorry, I almost forgot.    
Keep pumping.    
Feel the rhythm?    
Inside.    
Outside.    
You ready to come?    
Yes, come here.    
Come close.    
Explore my body.    
See me?    
It'll be the last thing you do. 

~ Sotpaerrvae~