SerenitySavage

Rapey rapers gotta stick together. These fucking weasels believe they are the pinnacle of masculinity. This is just a way for Trump to further try and intimidate women. Gentlemen, if you are not combative of these ultra macho types of men, you are part of the problem.

I am the masticated remains Of all the people  That have munched me up  And regurgitated me out So forgive me if I am no longer Appetizing to you The next one to try and take a bite Will surely choke on my gristle

 Must be tremendous to be He who orders executively The leader, the Potus, the boss Winning instantly becomes a loss Has to be paramount to be the man With no apparent purpose or plan Repeal. No deal. Whatever he feels This fancy rat continually squeals Isn't it magnanimous to be A fool fueled by ego driven lunacy Crying fraud left and right Twittering like a turkey all night Truly it's so rewarding to be A lieutenant boasting authority Dripping greed like beads of sweat The entire world wears a frown of regret How comforting it must be To have the support of the wannabe Nazis Fire and fury at your fingertips Hate and ignorance fall from your lips Is it ever so satisfying to see The chief ambassador of wars yet to be The shirtless Russian's bent over puppet Tooting his own horn like a worn out Trumpet Does it trip the world's trigger To play Russian roulette with the Korean dictator These three little men with all their vigor Out to prove which ones unit is bigger How v...

All you need is your own fire Teach those flames how to reach Never ignore your demons Keep them on a thin leash  Feed them graciously  Give them special treats  Stop trying to keep them meek Attach them to the pit of your heart So they never miss a beat Don’t let them keep you quiet Learn to use them when you speak

What do you do when you’ve unpacked all your trauma? You’ve folded it all neatly and put it away. Donated what you no longer need. Now what? Why is this suitcase still chained to my ankle?

I’ve decided to just continue along with my quest to add more beauty into this world. It’s not my responsibility to bring the ugly to light, it will do that all by itself, even though I’m pretty good at articulating it. Nobody that could actually do anything about the issues I’m concerned with gives a shit anyway, so what’s the point? I should just forget it and get over the fact that America elected a rapist for their president, right? I should just stop crying about it and move on, right? Well here you go America. Here’s a fistful of flowers with a hearty fuck you behind it. I’m sure you’ll get exactly what you deserve, one way or another.

It wasn’t planned. My first born son was just a toddler, not even two yet. I was pregnant again. I remember this overwhelming feeling of fear when I first found out. I was not prepared for another baby so soon and wasn’t even sure at that point in my life if I wanted to have more than one child. At the first gynecologist appointment, everything appeared fine. A healthy heartbeat was detected. I was given pictures of the ultrasound. A due date was set. I was trying to come to terms with having another child so soon after the first. A couple of weeks later, when I was approximately eight or nine weeks along, I became sick. I’m not sure if it was a virus or food poisoning, but it caused me to vomit so violently that I started to bleed. I knew something was wrong. I scheduled a follow up gynecological appointment. The ultrasound technician had to call the doctor into the room. They could no longer detect a fetal heartbeat. My doctor looked at the ultrasound screen and said, “The brai...