She is a combination of everything she’s always wanted to be. She left limits for roadways and labels for truffles. She embodies a collection of all the mothers who raised her and all the fathers who tried their best. She’s a voice in the wilderness and a high tide. The storm is nestled in her spine and spring between her thighs. You have got to have spirit in order to speak all of her languages or else you’ll drown.
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
❤🥰
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
On Writing honest characters
Sometimes I’m not being true to my characters so I make them turn around and do it again as their truest selves to fix my own mistake. 🤣
-Saschia
Not Your Wife II
The ocean in him
In me
We’re not like the rest
I don’t wanna be
He does
His kisses
His secrets
My lessons
My forgiveness
It’s maddness
He’s my Neverland
-Saschia
Scale Mindset
I want to give
But not overwhelm
I want to receive
But not deplete
Sometimes I take too much
Sometimes I give too much
Sometimes I don’t expect anything at all
-Saschia
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
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