Love brings me immense sorrow

The epitome of every tales Harlow

Hearing She is all that I need and all that I want,

The picture perfect girl we will effortlessly flaunt

Below the surface lies a curse made to her own

The outcome remains the same—

Incessantly alone.

The games of the world breeze over her smiles

Sending her to a dark realm

A black hole made up of infinite miles.

In her crystal ball she holds all answers, all truths

Candor painted before her palms

It’s a gift to not rely on falsified psalms

As I watch those in power grasp for comfort

Put on masks of commandments and bibles

The good girls resemble traits of the blessed mother

in warped reality of prophets and disciples

Blind hypocrisy makes any crime justifiable

But I’m just a girl,

And they are men,

And my word means nothing to them.

Not unless

I also play pretend.

So,

I must be angry

I must be hurt,

Must be living in dramatized discord.

A man can have the ability to be powerful and strong,

With the layered mastery to make others get a long.

They can have the emotional frequency of vengeance and good will,

The capacity for weakness and acceptance for thrill,

As long as they learn—

Because then a new version of them is born.

They know how to be stable and able,

They know how to be a little above the line,

Of all that is divine.

Even their shortcomings is met with nurture

For they are misunderstood,

Surely,

Must’ve

been unfairly tortured.

But I’m just a girl

And they are men,

And my words mean nothing to them.

I must play the part,

Girls were depicted from at the start.

Virginity and motherhood,

peace and virtue,

Defining girlhood as,

Withholding anger and vengeance

For a girl will only align will gentleness

And tenderness.

Any promiscuity must be kept for them

making it feel sacred

The rarest romance.

Your body is my most treasured gem,

All while he caresses Rachel, Danae, Nicole, and Jen.

When I decided to go toe to toe with every man that said;

My wounds were never open,

They never bled,

That,

You’re being irrational

Classically maniacally impractical

They didn’t know a new version of me had arrived

Deciding to burn that narrative alive,

I am all of those things combined.

That,

I’m wicked I’m wild,

I’m all those things that you defiled,

I am stunningly vile

Without the quick fix of flesh

The universes secrets encoded in my bones

I’m just a girl,

I am someone who did it all alone.

And I think that means something

You cannot comprehend...

You’re met with your own anger

And spats of erratic behavior

Blocking it out,

Then thinking of it all again,

blaming me for holding you accountable

Hoping this all goes away but

We all know cruelty is insurmountable.

Legacies will live on

How ironic it was you promoted gratitude

Reciting scriptures,

Painted a tortured

but saintly picture

Your worth relying on sanctity

The key to keep your sanity

continuation of your being resides in so much

The readers will ask,

Did they realize

They were so out of touch?

And I will continue writing about how

I’m just a girl,

And they were just men

I guess

I’m silly

I’m weak,

That I don’t now how to be layered

Or how to intelligently speak.

How to write essays on essays distinguishing the harm of religious based manipulations power, and greed

Using the expertise of knowledge—

How to not be deceived.

But I’m just a girl

And they are just men,

And my words

mean absolutely

nothing to them.