IAmOutSpoken
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Back with a Blast from the Past.
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Sorry I've Been A While
I see Me
Her body is weary, frail and huddled over in the corner.
She watches as her skin begins to wrinkle and her once soft hair is brittle and falls to the ground.
Her eyes are black and soulless, only possessing the salty tears that fall down her bruised cheek.
It becomes hard for her to breathe, her lungs pierced by the fatality of the bullet from his gun.
Her heart aches barely able to pump the blood around her body.
What happened to the vibrant sun rays that blessed the soft cocoa of her skin?
Her eyes bright fluffy puppy dog brown, piercing stares of love infatuation lost.
Soft supple hips, smooth creases along her body, curvaceous vivacious, plump and ripe
Every man wanted a taste, and she had no problem is cutting of a slice of that nice, sweetness
Thrown down on her existence watching her body writhing in pleasure, so to speak defiled of her
Own bodily urges, her mind is filled with the coming orgasm, a scream gripping on the
Bed, his body on top of hers, that moment of sensuality, sexuality love and intimacy
She so very much craved , felt sickening to the stomach.
A creation of beauty a goddess of light and a gift of God
She can’t wait to roll out of her nightly comfort, to bathe the stench of her so called love.
Meanwhile he takes his clothes and leaves a tip on the table, worth nothing but a 50
Even though she stated her love was priceless. He pulls his wedding ring out of his pocket and home
To his wife he goes, shouting bye baby as he goes through her front door.
Baby, sexy, You, Her, Girl, Come here
Her daily compliments.
Laying in her boiling hot water infested with detol and the soft creamy soap to wash out all her blemishes
Cleanse her soul and her precious rose, so it is ripe again, ready to be plucked by yet another man
Stolen time after time, used over and over again, played like a bad record.
Intimacy is what she strives.
Body mind and soul demolished, her skin begins to wrinkle and her eyes begin to lose her light
Watching her own being, sitting in the corner.
What is a woman if women is not loving herself
Forced to sacrifice her dignity so she could feel love from another.
Constantly passing her heart in a gold box, to the first tom dick and harry that touches her in the right way.
Never realising that he throws away the case and leaves your heart on the floor, watching him as he abuses your soul.
Her thoughts and dreams being raped by the man she invited into her home, her head her heart
A friend she proclaimed had taken his hand and covered her mouth as he forced himself on her.
Watching the time and waiting for it to be over, minuet after minuet second after agonising second
Again she sits in the corner, heart reducing speed, blood starting to come to a stand still
Destroyed, fallen angelic being, defiled, abused, used and left to rot in her own stench of so called failure.
Her complicated and complex mind unappreciated, what choice does she have but to submit
Mind numbing intelligence she bares within her body, running through her veins a sense of power
Belittled.
Brutally robbed on the harsh streets of her mind.
She shouts at herself sitting in the corner slumped, struggling to breath
Get up and be who you are, take back what is rightfully yours.
Reaches out her hand to her broken self and she stands, body curvaceous vivacious and plump
Not to let another man take a slice without giving a quarter
Breaking out of her own cage in her mind and telling of her God given knowledge
Fear no evil, see no evil, because evil is the captivation of the mind she once compromised
Spark in her eyes, spring in her step, beauty in her smile.
She stands and looks at her reflection in the mirror only to see what I see.
I see me.
Saturday, 6 November 2010
A Woman's Reason
A Woman’s Reason
By Yashi Woodburn
Jan 2010
You convinced yourself that he was the reason
But what reason is he if your answer is pain
Why suffer in the hands of a man who would oppress you
Should he not vow to help you progress
Bring you success in your life
Comfort and love you as his wife
Never understating the words I love you.
He understands your bad days and lets you know it’s alright
So why follow the man who throws you of track
Makes you lose sight?
Are you a fool?
Or do we follow what we know
Complain no man is good enough
Yet we have never accepted a good man.
Expectations are for those with good decisions
Your decision your problem
So why convince yourself he is the reason
You are merely a number on his bed post
You consciously agreed to the lowering of your worth
Willingly accepted to be treated like dirt
So how is it his fault?
It takes two to tango
And you danced with the devil
How can he appreciate you?
When you do not appreciate yourself?
Love each curve, crease and mark on your body
Understand each flaw and embrace it with open arms
Know your decisions are your decisions
Be head strong and overcome the obstacles in life
And then, only then can you be classified as a woman,
For a woman knows what she wants and gets it
She fears no man, nor hides her true self
She sacrifices and compromises
Becoming a role model to her family
She loves hard but does not break easy
A woman understands a good man
And doesn’t try to change a bad man
She struggles through life
So her daughter can be appreciated
And never suffer from the hand of a bad man
She is the soul of the world
The understated leader and the ultimate power
Within her she holds life in her arms
With each hair placed on her head where it is supposed to be
Eyes so powerful she could destroy nations
Strong like the power of the ocean
Vengeful like the heat of fire
Calm like the touch of air upon your skin
And tough like the earth we live on.
A woman knows she is a woman.
And no one can dismiss her as a woman.
So ask yourself, is he really the reason.