I Am Woman!

I am Woman…

When mankind has enough will power to decipher & unlock the codes to the love I possess, then maybe ill be free. Until then, I’ll continuously be misread & misunderstand because people will not know how I love, won’t understand me as an individual & what it takes to love a being such as myself.
Its always seen as I’m in it for myself, but, the greatest loves are best discovered in the dark or quietest of places & may not be expressed as deeply on the outside as it is touched on the inside.
Im a woman that’s not the best at showing my affection in a sensitive loving way because I’m a fighter. Instead of kisses I may slap the shit out of you, but I’m not doing that to be mean. Lol that means to me: I love you. Subtle aggression.
If I claim my stance in love, I’m there. As honest & faithfully open as I can be towards someone. It May always be seen as my interest is in someone or something else, but as truthful & honest as a person that i am… if my interests are elsewhere, my mouth would open up & say so, or I would just move on.
If a woman stays through so much emotional psychological bullshit from someone, it’s not because she’s stupid, though for some that is the case, but for the most part, the love in her heart & soul tells her that she’s strong enough to keep loving someone even when all they do is doubt her.

She knows her love will prevail.

She knows her love will prove them & their own doubts wrong.

Because she knows what unfair is & when someones own personal mind-filled doubts are pushed towards her as something being wrong with her instead of him.
She still believes, even more to get nauseous within her depths because these doubts keep rolling back in & she knows what the next few uneasy moments can bring from your words.

She just prays.

She knows that one day the light will shine on them like Gods last call into heaven for the Earths as the Sun explodes inside your brain like the ON switch to a lightbulb & you will realize my love for you.
I let my love ego talk confidently, even if I have to ignore the constant doubtful concerns as being less than nothing.
I’ll keep loving as though there’s just two of us in a room with nothing but our hearts to beat cohesively together as one rhythm & no brains emotion to tell us that love has shakeable trust & faith. Theres just LOVE…….

But, Maybe thats just me.

Misunderstood.

My own W.O.M.A.N. No acronym. Just WOMAN.

-TJW

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Honeysuckle Rose

Smell of back south.
Down in the depths of southern slang and country folk
Home cooked goodness
But north captures me
Bike rides bring me freedom
City life
Air fresh
Body awake
Funeral parade for going home
Celebrate life
Train rides in my mind
Viewing scapes of land
Art and graffiti in the sky
Music bumping in my ears
I am stopped
Smell of back south
In my nose
Honeysuckle rose.

-QSS

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Concrete Ocean

Concrete Ocean

No matter how many times the ocean lost its waves. It always came back the same.
Concrete form.
Concrete jungle.
No shifts in Earths core or change of the equator could move its body.
Constant flow.
Thru the seas.
Moonlight glow.
Life of me. Pisces.
Horizon defined.
Sunlight shine.
Never ending.
Same as this heart of mine.

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