A Woman

Take away the dishes

The wife-ing

The mothering

And you’re left with

A writer

An artist

!A REVOLUTIONARY

Who dreams of sowing thought

respect

And empathy back into our existence

She grasps for words

And stories

She grasps for experiences

She fails

She falls she rises

Over and over again

She is a woman

She is an entire future stitched together with all the labels she’s out grown

-Saschia

Farming Character

Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue

He’s locked the door again

No one is allowed in but him

And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth

I say I don’t feel safe

And I’m sad and I’m scared

But those words fall to the wayside

And so yesterday returns

That stuck feeling

That threatening feeling

My tongue itches so I bite it

And I bite me

And I bite him

A marked beast ready for slaughter

Oh heavens above, am I lost in the wind?

“No,

You are anchored deep in the richness of the earth

Full of flavor

Some seeds fall to wayside

Others are taking root

To return hundredfold, sixty, thirty

-Saschia

Enough is Enough

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When is enough, enough? I rise to the call for action often. Work 19 hours out of 24 hours. Try to take a night for mental health when it appears slow so that I don’t work seven hard days in a row and end up working through the night from home. And still it’s not enough. I feel like I let people down at work trying my best and for what?

Nothing.

Sure, “a paycheck,” but there’s more to life than money. They say, “Yea, but if your life is going to be hard, you might as well get paid well” That’s usually said with a half-defeated chuckle but with 100% conviction.

I’m told that having a job that generates electricity is important. Our society depends mightily on electricity, after all. In many ways, it’s our life blood. I help keep hospitals powered and the infrastructure running smoothly. I help…

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I pray

I pray the heavens above and the pits of hell below come together to teach you how to respect women that won’t include harm to your own children. I pray every woman who finds you learns to respect themselves while they are with you leaving you alone to deal with your own disrespect until they put you in the grave. Or until you learn to respect women entirely

Let it be written let it be done 🤲

Not Your Wife III

He wants her

her long black hair and brown eyes

Her propped up tits pushed together like cuddling lovers

He wants all of her

Not one ounce of her soul though

She can keep that locked up with the bats

Far away from his la dee dah soul

La dee dah cuz he lost it years ago I mean sometimes we get a glimpse but most times it’s not near

He just wants her body and her good deeds

And her good days

And her beliefs but only if they’re proper

He wants her sex

And he’d do a lot for it

Just like the rest

He jimmies his Jimmie to so many images

And if yall knew the things he did to those woman in his mind

You’d feel less alone cuz you probably do it too

And with his deflated balls emptied he’ll emerge from the bathroom

with his rules and suggestions

Of how she should wear her hair

And how she should make her choices

He places women below him while he shits

Then returns to tell her how to live a righteous life

He is as false as the words that plunk to the ground when he talks

-Sasch

Not Your Wife

Dishes stacked high cracked

Jam smeared on dinner plates

Salt and pepper shakers covered by

bills and love letters scattered over the dining room table

The bathroom door is left open

A lady’s leg is propped over the edge of the tub

Her leg is shaved and slick as the slip n slide that nearly knocked us out in our childhood

smells of lavender and rum dance

Strands of her red hair lead the way to the pink wash cloth hiding her breasts

She has a candle burning

And a book about love in the old days

She’s full

Alone in that bathroom she needs only to know what happens in the next chapter

-Saschia