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Poems can be a spell take a walk with me my dear friends as I write my future and you whoever reads this puts your magic in to the words I am about to write because justice needs to happen not just for me but for all women and their daughters who will grow up to be women and endure this fucking pain to you the man with no soul who basks in my pain you are not unnoticed in the world you are like every other abuser we are all imagining you right now with your khaki pants and smug smile as you condescend women's feelings your daughter is a woman have you locked her in the closet for being too emotional yet? have you told her it is just that time of month? you are the kind that has to adjust his balls in his gym shorts all the time because how else would the world know you have balls? what does that even mean? it means that you are afraid so you put women in their place now that our daughter is a woman will you treat her like me? I fucking hope not thank you for writing in your email that your new abused wife took care of my motherly duties and making sure that later I get an email from her that you two kept it from me because I was too aggressive about your emotionally blocking me and emotionally abusing my child so you felt it was an apt punishment what is your punishment? perhaps everything you have inflicted on every woman in your life plus more that would be cool just not enough I think exposing exactly who you are might be just punishment I am making it my life's work anyway dear readers of this blog help me make my daughter's life as a woman not suck imagine this man in his khakis with his smug smile and plaid shirt imagine him getting the justice that is so deserved maybe prison or bankruptcy or just being outed for how he treats women close your eyes dear writers my coven of wordsmiths imagine a world where my daughter lives a life without abuse and does not suffer like I have imagine men like him don't get away with this dehumanizing of women of mothers help me feel my pain and my tears we have all lost something I am losing being a mother I am losing my daughter celebrating her becoming a woman let's fight the demons it isn't just a nightmare anymore the man with khakis is getting away with it him and his 1000 faces took my mother rite away from me hold him in your thoughts and then drop him to the depths of hell that is how a spell works collective unity thank you my friends let's help my daughter rise above the oppression of the man that has no heart no blood tonight he will have a nightmare he will wake up reaching for his balls a gym short check but they won't be there he will watch his daughter rise from the flames and see me next to her we will cackle like the witches he thinks all women are and I will drop his balls in the fire I hope you will all be at the bonfire and toast marshmallows we will dance in the moonlight as the spell casts a glow over my anointed daughter and she will be protected from men like him
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