Archive | January 2017

Sisterhood 

Not called the fairer sex

for nothing. Equality

seems to be a female

concept in a world where

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testosterone is worth

more. The nurturers of life

are degraded, disregarded

as being weak. The truth is

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that an egg has a strong shell

and the earth mothers love is

a fierce yet compassionate

force to be reckoned with. When

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the sisterhood revolts, the

world scorned by the sins of

mens bloodlust control will

weep for their impotent souls.

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©Jacqui Slade

Utopia 

Unparalleled perfection
To delight all hearts and minds
Often dreamt – equality

Peace, humanity, to find

It seems impossible but

Always think it will exist.

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©Jacqui Slade

Delirious 

Demented with excitement

Ever driving a mind wild.

Lucid hallucinations

Insanity truly styled.

Raving like a lunatic

In mania it’s free

Of restraint. A bold

Use of creativity.

Such enjoyable madness.
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©Jacqui Slade

Monger 

The sad malicious monger

always has an opinion

and an enthusiasm

to salivate over shit

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that they know nothing about.

They will spread it willingly

and try to poison your soul

with their jealous vitriol.

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Their forked tongues will bite you hard

They hope that you will be weakened

by their ugly disdain and

venomous empowerment.

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Their only orgasms come

from trying to ruin lives.

So hold your head high and laugh

their bitterness will fuck them.

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©Jacqui Slade

Tired

The problem is I’m tired

I’m tired of your game.

I’m tired of hurting

and always being blamed.

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Im tired of you treading

on my soul and heart.

I’m tired of my feelings

being torn apart.

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Im tired of loving

you don’t appreciate.

My whole spirit’s giving

and you just give me hate

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Tiny little pinpricks

of your mental abuse,

over time have scarred me

your love is just a ruse.

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©Jacqui Slade

The Abuser

Thinking fear invokes respect

the abuser knows no bounds,

with their sick morality.

It’s society’s disease

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as it turns the other cheek

on the victim. Loyalty

is to the miscreant soul

who is the casualty of

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a battered fantasist, a

family breaker of an

acceptable life of tears,

beatings and vile perversion.

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It’s always the jovial

fiend who walks away unscathed.

Whilst the world is disgusted

at the strong woman who fled.

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©Jacqui Slade