think that’s grief that i can feel,

pressing against my chest.


kpm ©


 

i do love my grandfather. but.

today i heard my grandfather

in your voice.

not in a nostalgic way.

but a cringe, a recoil.

he spoke to my nan like she was a piece of shit.

a waste of space.

an annoyance.

he rolled his eyes @ her.

grimaced when she spoke.

if you weren’t a child with child eyes

if you weren’t a child with child ears

one would wonder:

why on earth he stayed around.

why on earth she stayed around.

is there a pain more stinging

than being in a place, you are clearly not wanted

or required.


kpm©


 

big ups to those:

who hate this time of year,

for what ever reasons.

may the force be with you lovelies!

from Me.


kpm©


 

hey girl.

hey girl, with your thoughts

hey girl, with your dreams

hey girl, with your wishes

hey girl, with bright eyes

hey girl, with a radiance of hope


dare not hope

dare not shine

dare not wish

dare not dream

dare not think


read between the mother fucking lines


youre only good for a fuck



note: it should paint a vivid picture of the messages we receive advertent and inadvertently, everyday, as a biological female.

it’s time that shit changed.


kpm©