Poetry Saves My Life

Dear Poetry,

Thank you for being my go-to

When there are things I can only share with God

When I have no one else to turn to

When I wish there were voices in my head

Because maybe there would be someone who

Could relate to what I feel

Thank you for being lyrics

That I sometimes have to hide

Because they are the words

I never would scream aloud

Without you my head would hurt worse

I am able to relieve some stress in words

Without you my heart would break

You help me mend with every verse

Although you are so complicated

And I cannot touch who you are

You offer some comfort

When comfort seems far

Although you sometimes are

Just as misunderstood

You are the crafting and purging

Of all of my moods

Being who I am, I have to keep it inside

You are the only one from whom I don’t hide

Happy, sad, crazy or lonely

With you I need no pride

I just need an instrument to write

Thank you, Poetry

For saving my life!

Love Always,

'Dira

SAPIOSEX ME

The making love to my mind that he does

Is as enticing as the tender way he holds me

Often as breathtaking as when he kisses me

Each time he Sapiosexes Me!

Because each time he speaks to teach me

He blesses me with his experience and wisdom

Never boasting of his greatness

Yet, very great is my Love!

I am so turned on by his humility

So, we as greatness stand together

And I will gladly and consistently

Be his Cheerleading Queen!

By ‘Dira for Sam

JUST A WOMAN

JUST A WOMAN

Damn
I am just a woman
I mean
During my creation
My whole entire body was created
To create
Think on that
The condition of who I am
Is meant to create, give birth to and nurture
Everything
Everyone
Damn
I’m just a woman
JUST!
Yeah
With all kinds of complication that you feel
Is so hard to gather and comprehend
I am the abundance of all the colors
In between the colors
Think about that
The energy of my very being was designed
To take it
Life
No matter how brutal
And make something of it
Then kiss it and make it all better
The performance of my bleeding
Every damn month
Is a constant reminder that
Either I am to physically conceive
And physically give birth
Or it is a reminder that I
Am among the only creatures on the planet
Who have been chosen to do something
So powerful as to bring forth life
Life that comes forth in every aspect that the universe can offer!
And I bring it
Through my womb
Through my love
Through my cooking
Through my nurturing
Through my loving
Through my nursing
Through my comforting
Of the very man
The very children
The very universe that often curses me
Damn
I am just a woman
And way too often
I don’t get to enjoy being a girl
So, I am anxious
Because I have to grow
Yet usher the growth of the world around me
I cry in secret
Because I am often chastised for crying out loud
Damn
I am just a woman
Somebody said that I am paranoid because
I wonder who loves me
I wonder if this will be the state of adoration I have longed for
Or are those fantasies on the TV real at all?
I ask for the least of things
And sometimes am told it’s way too much
Hey. I am just a woman.
I am not asking you for forgiveness
For being who I am
I am not gonna deny that I have needs that you may not even have the desire
To fulfill
But Dammit!
I am…
I am just…
No! I AM A WOMAN!
You would be nothing without my kind
I am a woman
And I deserve to be a girl sometimes
Pour into me all of the goodness you can
Because if I have not been pushed past the breaking point
You know, past that broken and mended and broken and mended and broken again place
I will release a love and care on you and all that you touch
That you will find it so utterly unbelievable
That one person could ever hold that much love and care in their heart
To give
And I
Being Woman
Will freely give!

By Nadira Norjahan
For everyone