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I like that under my clothes, I look and feel sexy.

Sometimes at work, I look at myself in the mirror.

I take a picture. For myself.

I get paid to be sexy and not sell my body.

It's empowering.

When I go home, I undress my self in front of the mirror,

Turning my mirror into canvas and oil paint.

I smile.

My room is suddenly a fine art museum.

I'm the only painting here.

I'm priceless.

A giggle is a lifeline

Though I've been shushed before

On an island of desks with

Mountains of paperwork

To laugh was to live

But I was asked to walk the plank

By the worst kind of pirate

The joy-thief captain was a

Hard lined liver

Bitter with nostalgia

Chocking on regret she

Wished to stifle our chuckle but

We dove off the deck

Made friends with the sirens and

Foxbird

She took her marbled edges to the sea

To roll in foam splinters and

Soak out her lines

To be smooth like a pebble

Kissed by the waves for

Ages gone by she wished

To soften her stone without

A Poem for Yuki Maeda

The dreams I collected

Manifest in your eyes

Like the stars I made

My wishes to protect them

I tried to tell them not to

But they could not lie

What my heart truly wants

Is what they will inspire

Now I live with the stars

For they know how I feel

The desire to be with you

They know it is real

With a silver lining

I wish to befriend fate

So they can conspire

Before it becomes too late

I sleep with the stars beneath my pillow

So I am within their reach

For I will always wait

There are too many words left unspoken and thoughts I cannot contain My head starts spinning in a whirlwind of emotions of which only I am to blame. I cannot wait for the stars to cover the sky So I can come home to you because only in my dreams do I allow myself to be with you.

So when constellations  touch the sky tonight I will whisper to them each and every word unspoken so in my dreams, I can hold you tight.

I hear and see things like I can’t stand those kinds of bitches or bitches like that.

I got called a bitch today.

I was called a bitch because

I said no.

Then asked, nicely, can you speak to me like I’m actually a person.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch.”

So I thought to my self.

So, I’m a bitch because I won’t let you see me naked?

Cuz I won’t suck your dick?

Normally I’d get mad, but lately...

Lately I’ve been working on seeing the brighter side of things and in the moment I thought of how much I like dogs.

And how much I like those kinds of bitches.

Those kinds of bitches.

Bitches like that.

The kind who speak their mind and are told they are not liked, bitches.

The kind that are too nice when they don’t have to be bitches.

The kind who stand strong alone, no hand to hold bitches.

The kind who doesn’t chase anything but dreams and goals, bitches.

The kind who fix their own crown with out bumping someone else’s, bitches.

The kind who work nine to five, corporate job bitches,

The kind who do whatever it takes to get by, bitches.

The kind that take control over her own body, bitches.

The kind that are conservative or show that sexy body off bitches.

The kind who want babies and be mommy, bitches.

The kind kind who say this is my body I don’t want to, bitches.

The kind who say I was born a boy, but I’m really a girl, bitches.

The kind who say I look like a girl, but I’m really a boy, bitches.

The kind of who don’t take no for an answer bitches,

The kind who say no is MY answer, bitches.

So you call me a bitch.

I don’t really care.

Cuz the kinds of bitches you don’t like,

Bitches like that, those kinds of bitches.

Those are the kind of bitches I like,

And those bitches

are Bitches LIKE ME.