Just not Yet

Love me tomorrow.

When the sun will shine bright,

Tomorrow, when the flowers will bloom.

Love me then coz it will feel just right.

Girl Child Nightmare!

Maybe He Won’t Touch You

Or what I tell myself as I pass through places I’ve been assaulted

Breathe In. Breathe Out.
They’re not here to assault you.
They’re walking past you.
They’re just walking past you.

Oops, there it is.’Ay, Baby!’
You pick up your pace
As the little courage you have
Shatters and smears across the ground.

‘Come on. Just one time.’
You put your arms across your breasts
As if your soft hands will hide them
From their predatory eyes.

You curse yourself for walking alone
On a night, dressed in your skirt,
And your red, red lipstick
And taking a shortcut.
You should have known.

You cross the alley
And reach a lit road
And you heave in relief
Because they can’t hurt you now.
Can they?

You are just one of the thousands
They want against their body
They forget you, don’t they?
You’re just a body they want to own
A story they want to tell their buddies
Over beer and hand rolled cheap cigarettes.

But you remember the pain, the embarrassment,
The shame, the guilt.
You wash your hands with soap a hundred times
Because that man kissed you on the palm of your hand
A hundred times, on the porch swing, when you were six.
And you stop wearing your favourite colour,
Because that man tweaked your nipple
And winked at you, with a smile.
And you accidentally burnt your favourite jeans
Because that man rubbed himself against you
On the public transport you have to take every day to work.

You take detours
And panic when your male friend hugs you
You walk a little away from the crowd
A little behind everybody
Slow, but not too slow.
You walk with your bag in front of you
Hugging it, because that’s a couple more layers
Till they get to you.
You put your earphones on
So you can be in the illusion
Of being isolated in the crowd.

Breathe In. Breathe Out.
You might change the world one day.
You might stop being a woman.
You might die and get burned soon.
And your great grandchildren will hopefully never understand this poem.



I do not care what they say about us,
Good or bad, whatever, this is our choice,
I do not care what they think about us,
I will let them hear our voice.

You and I have fallen in love♡,
To you opens my heart’s💓 window,
Strong 💪, fearless, two brave soles,
We’re different colours of a rainbow🌈.

Today’s the day we break our silence,
Together from this jail we break free,
Let them call us whatever name they will,
Cheers to us🥂, my love, to you and me💏!

-The Heart that Beats-
_ ♤_


She felt feckless,
Life devoid of excitement,
Her need making her reckless,
On- line he gives incitement.

He wants her to send a picture,
In a pose seductive,
She fights her moral stricture,
Such ideas destructive.

In order to look and feel glamorous,
She thinks a glimpse of stocking,
He encourages her,
He is amorous,
But the stocking he is mocking.

He gives attention to capture,
Her need to be romantic,
she thinks bliss and rapture,
He wants nudity; she feels frantic.

She wants fun and flirtation,
Nudity feels too shocking,
She could lose her reputation,
So his chat she’s blocking!

Met on-line
Erased his by-line!