You Lose...

The way
I went out of my way
to make this easier for you,
all the hoops that I jumped through,
and all for nothing.
Because I just
couldn't fathom,
that while I sat there
feeling blessed,
you felt trapped,
deceived, depressed.
No, I never
would have guessed,
by the look in your eyes,
wrapped up in
your pretty lies,
that you were such a chicken shit.
You make me sick
and at the end of the day,
you don't get to pick
and choose,
how this all works out,
for you,
when it comes down to it,
you lose,
every time.
You don't get to be confused,
or keep me waiting,
wondering, debating,
on whether you might come around,
to the simple realization,
that its not entirely,
about you!
I didn't take your choice away,
make you leave
or make you stay,
so the blame is all on you.
And when you start to rethink this,
and think of all the life
you'll miss,
every single good night kiss,
just remember my promise,
it will be like I never existed.

And when it comes to me,

don't you worry,
cause you're free,
And I am doing fine.
You cannot have
what's mine,
you cannot change
your mind.
So,
don't come looking
for a chance,
for a family,
for romance,
because I wont be missing you.
I will hold my head up high,
and my loved ones,
by my side,
and we'll all say,
"I thought he died..."
No, I don't need
your last name,
your falsehoods,
your pain,
your shame,
This is not a game.
And a couple years
from now,
when you realize,
you're a coward,
well it's gonna be too late.
And when people ask me how,
I'm just gonna tell them
Fate
and I will stand my ground,
no I don't,
need you around.


I bet your mother's proud.

Less and More.

We are burdened by a society that envelops us from birth, ripping us away from our mother, before we can even walk, holding our hands and toddling us along at a pace beyond our abilities, in a race we never signed up for. From the minute we can form thought they aim to own us, force feeding us our first words; for girls, pretty, skinny, delicate, thin, malleable, lean, soft spoken...skinny. Before we can even count, we know our worth is in our waistline. And boys, don't think I assume that you've got it easy, no, lord I know, nothing comes for free. The measure of a man, according to The Man, is in his ability to woo a brain washed woman into believing he is everything she never even knew she wanted in the first place. Masculinity lives in the weight of wallets and barbells, in tone and testosterone, and god forbid you have anything more or less. Any of us. Because vanity is not a sin, anymore. And self-worth is the enemy of progress, and heaven help me, if I love the way I look, or dress the way I want to dress, egotist. And what's more, they flash fry our brains with images of their warped view of perfection, make us crave it like addiction, until we are beating down their door, to buy their brand new product, that will make us less like us...and more...just more. We are lost in the balance of less and more, terrified of their indifference, of average, because how dare we, be happy? They would say we settle, because obviously they have worked for far too long, put too many years into building your self-loathing, brick by brick, to have it all torn down by something as simple as love. Ladies, wouldn't love feel so much better if you were a little less, or Men, a little more, how can you know for sure? Well the only thing I know, is that if I don't love me, no one can. And I don't need their products, because the secret to self-love is its free. And if every person chose not to believe their lies, not to mindlessly buy whatever they are selling, whatever secret miracle cure there may be to the curse of just being yourself; if we all stand up and say that we understand that the key to love doesn't come in a bottle, cant be bought from a shelf or ordered from the back of a magazine...if we all take the reigns of our lives back, then they cant touch us. And the years of mindless indulgence in their hate-speak, all those hours standing in front of the mirror hating every single thing we see, with their voices in our head telling us that we will never be good enough...unless...Its all for nothing, the minute we choose to be free, we tell them we can't be bought through buying into their hate-filled propaganda, We are free. This is our revolution, we are united in our ability to stop their reign of terror by ending our subscriptions to the issues they have shoved down our throats our entire lives, those are not gifts, we can choose to give them back.