SerenitySavage

I have always been too much From the thickness of my thighs To the tears these eyes cry Too shy to be sociable Too self conscious to be aware That no one wants to care Too meek to speak my piece Too unsure of myself to scream rape Turned to too angry to keep my mouth in shape Too much of this Not enough of that Too confident to care if my ass gets fat My emotions are too passionate My voice too powerful Too spicy for even a mouthful Too much trouble Too much sass Too much woman to recycle your trash Too much disease Too imprisoned to be free And this is all just the best of me Too bold to be tamed Too opinionated to hush To get inside me don't think too much

Every problem that I’ve ever had Started with a brown eyed man You can never pull the truth From those darkest pools Faking intimacy Is worse than cheating A lie is a lie all the way around Even if the truth will never be found When you believe your own lies There is no way for me to win I say I want something real Then why did I make you up? Brown eyed doll man I’ll stop forcing my love on you The passion has to have somewhere to go So this rage poetry stews While I forcefully fall face first out of love I hope I haunt you You were just the scrimmage The real game is rain delayed From now on I’ll look for eyes like mine Ones that are see through And much prettier when they cry

To the pedophile that lives down the street, You do not get to just disappear and blend into the woods of our community unnoticed. We all know you are there. We all know what you did. I will speak for every member of our neighborhood by saying you are not welcome here. In fact, your presence is a bruise on our once pristine street. We might not know all the details of your numerous offenses, but we do know the ages of a few of your victims. Nine. Seven. Three. These are just the offenses of which you were found guilty. Who knows how many others there may be out there, hurting because of you. There is no rehabilitation for monsters like you. Your muddy mind can never be scraped clean. What you have inside will only die with you. There will never be any freedom from it. You spent the last decade in prison. Did you repent your many sins? Are you a born again Christian hell bent on showing the world what a productive member of society you can be? What do you do back there amongst