A Womans Struggle to Maintain Composure....

A Woman's Struggle to Maintain Composure....

One woman cries in the bathroom
looking at negative pregnancy test
WISHING she could give birth to a child....

Another woman is getting dressed
looking at an empty crib
preparing for a funeral to child of SIDS

Another is at the abortion clinic
telling you it's wrong to kill its sick
While another young lady
is crying at clinic of planned parenthood
SHE didn't plan to be a parent in the hood

some have choices some don't
some wish they could have a child
some won’t.....

Someone just left the GYN
and they're getting tested for diseases
and SOME know they got that shit
but refuse to live responsibly....

but thankfully....
somebody has an unexpected pregnancy
and they are happy anyway
and somebody who was in the bathroom today
got a negative sign because it wasn't their time
and they smiled and let out a sigh
and they were in planned parenthood because
they wanted birth-control to avoid the unexpected
and someone is happy because their test results
for diseases were negative

God Bless em! Do what you need to
in order to stop stressing!
Take Good Care Of YOU!!! ♥
A Woman's Struggle to Maintain Composure....

~~ Jamie Bond

I WANT.....

I WANT.....

I want to…

Feel glimpses of my heart beating

With every other blink of my eye lid

Inside your ribcage

I want to…

Love you till I taste serendipity

In the bed sheets like a fabric softener

Especially formulated for me

I want to…

Look into your eyes and be

The refection in your dimple

Like a full length mirror

And get ready for my day

I want to…

Define my enchantment with you

By etching your initials

Into my minuets in time

And capture my most intimate

Hours trapped inside my moments

I want to…

Metaphorically scribe you into

The greatest love poem ever written

To only be read by you

I want you….

To articulate me without words

While allowing my fearless devotion

To be your daily cologne

I want to…

Ooze you without losing you

Snuggle up hun…hold me closer

Than closed pores from slapped on

Aftershave astringent on your jaw

I want to…

Make you a household name brand

While being your personal logo

As we become incorporated

Shamelessly…. [♥]

I am….

Writing an epic love piece

That you'll never read

Because you never look at yourself

Like I do......

Chattel Slavery

Chattel Slavery

Help me they pimp me

they treat me like a whore 

in this society

they don’t ask me 

if I want to have sex they make me

sometimes watching 

these horrific acts happen

they shake hands 

and make deals without asking

concave eyes of loyalty 

I’m haunted

they don’t care 

if I want this

and when it’s all said and done

and the child is born 

I don’t see the father anymore

they don’t seem to care 

about my dignity

they seem to care less 

about my stateliness

all they see 

is my breeding abilities

I don’t get a break 

I don’t get a babysitter

they sell my kids off 

to the highest bidder

they make me do it 

again and again …

they are not my friends …

they kill me inside

my insides are scarred, 

malnourished and sick

my body is crying to be loved

and all I do is 

get humped on by them

no memorized numbers to call

I’ve tried to escape… 

tried to run far away

but they track me down 

beat me

and keep making me do it 

again and again

tears stain my cheeks 

I cry till I can’t speak

when I'm not doing what they expect

they don't give a shit about me

they can’t seem to feel my struggle

my thoughts controlled by a muzzle

I’m in a sex trafficking legacy

as a front to pay bills 

I'm miserable and lonely

When it’s all over 

I’m unwanted

no lost and found posters 

my statistics don't matter

the neighborhood watch 

doesn't even know about me either

they've become careless about my upkeep 

because they care-less about me

I'll never be recognized 

emaciated skeleton 

they've disguised me as homely

another victimless list 

I'm missing and no one’s ever noticed

filthy cages and unsanitary living conditions 

and they’re ok with this

never to be free of this puppy mill hell 

the entire operation is bogus

Loose Caboose

Loose Caboose

I think some women

Have lost the art of loving a man

but I also believe

Some men have forgotten

How to obtain respect from us

I think some women

Have grown weary of giving their all

and I believe that

Some men are trying too hard

To do themselves first and foremost

Looks like buying a car don't it?

Men want the nice whip, the kewl tires,

the smooth ride....

and women want

The comfort of the reliability

the practicality of the budget

To get where they got to go

neither wants to

Pay full price and full coverage on a hoopty

in all actuality neither should have to....

yet sometimes

Both wanna ride it till the wheels fall off

Then act like sheisty salesmen

Like they're giving you the deal of a lifetime

get it together folks! I’d rather walk! #realtalk ♥