I’m a woman!!!

Stuck sitting on the toilet!
I’m a Woman! I’m a Woman!
A Woman Got Dammit!

How come my mommy couldn’t be the Modern Day Madre back in the day?
I had to learn about my womanhood in the middle school sex ed. Classroom.
Like 12 and 13 made you grown and cramps would come like hard days at track practice
Or earthquakes rocking boulders down avalanches.
Face of 16 yet 26 rising on the physical
Slow aged like cheese and still spiritual bound like the immortals.
Who are you girl, bleeding from the womb?
Bleeding in the resurrection and procreation tomb and room?
No pains do you whine?
All that blood for seven days, yet you do not cry of dyin’?
What wrong with you girl, Have you no life?
Who created these growing pains and why do we stop growing for life to become crises of midlife menopause of middle age.
Oh Time, Father Time. You Forsake us you bastard.
Coward you are!!
You Limit my Motherly womb of Nature with clocks that tick and tock
And bombs that drop with bloody hell on monthly week for majority of my life.
And every one of those 7 days, I find myself sitting on this toilet with my lady products,
Feeling like that teenage girl again first learning that it’s hit me!

I’m a WOMAN!

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Mother Earth’s Wavelength

Mother Earth's Wavelength.

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

Make a meal of me

Make a meal out of me

I’m going to be someone’s full course five times a day meal when my time is right.
Not just breakfast to get your Day started.
Not just an appetizer for your entertainment & conversation before your main course arrives.
I won’t be There just for dessert because you had a sweet tooth.
I am not a late night snack when you can’t sleep.
I will be all that a person needs to fulfill their daily hunger.
Breakfast lunch & dinner.
The snacks in between & the three course meal for dinner.
Appetizer, entree & dessert.
Not a skipped meal because you worked too much & forgot to eat lunch.
Not saying that he has to have this scheduled meal but he will make time to include me as required.
I know people that are starving for 1 meal a day so I value the 3 that I have because I know I could be 1 of those hungry people.
Doctors say you should not go a day without 3 meals. So why settle for only one in a relationship.
I am home cooked excellence, not unhealthy fast food garbage.
I can cook my own meals so I know the passion & value of what breakfast, lunch & dinner can provide.
I can have my cake & eat it too but I want the whole three course meal, bread & salad that comes with it.
Never gluttonous to have so much on my plate that I cant see what my main course has to offer in balance.
He will see me as his nutrients & he will be my vitamins.
We will pick of the garden our own supplements.
Never too much in our basket.
But he will
Fill me up.

-QSS.

Engulfed

Engulfed

April 7 2011 8:50am

I want to express this feeling. I can’t be helped without the question of money being present. Its not a sign, its just a calling. Call to the wild. Call to my spirits. Unsettled time elapses in my mind. Like unfinished sex in a room full of vultures. All watching & waiting to see what I will do next so they can have a chance to quench on my flesh. Angry & frustrated. Flustered, but I hold steady. Like the strength on a woman. Performing Kegels & holding his instrument of ecstasy inside her. He is already strong but she makes him stronger. I am the vagina & the penis. I engulf my insides & outsides to hold me high in honesty. Honestly I’m trying, had tried long & hard……. To push through openings befitting & unfit for me. Most times unasked, I have raped this society & gave it my unborn children, in my own culture, views, & talents. Like the man having no life destination, I throw the condom away & give this world all that I have, from the womb, my Queenly essentials. Pure creativity expanded in my spirit. I paint the lines of my emotions. Stroking lines of life onto many canvases! Sex for my soul comes closer & grows a deep tingling feeling inside my body. Touches my fingers like a cool breeze on the hots of 99 degrees in the summer. I quiver & the power exudes through me. Pouring an inebriated orgasm that couldn’t be contained. I came on this planet.

-SpaceMartian QSS.

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