Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Last Woman Standing

Last Woman Standing
Where are my girlfriends to listen to the silent cries of my pain 
No frame of varying perspectives, only sedatives of the remains of what I was left with 
No resistance of a man, his tender kisses or tingling caresses of his hand 
No compliments, demands or weeding out those who don't understand the value of my worth 
No birth of miracles and new life to rear 
No fear of disadvantages, no tears caused by heartbreak 
No undermining the sheer elegance of my outward appearance which mirrors the interior 
No belittling, being made to feel inferior 
No need to strive to be  superior 
No hand made creations, vivid visualizations, or temptations 
No sensual sensations made by erotic vibrations 
No conversation, debating, or specifically tailored hating 
No compassion, live entertainment, or celebrations of fame 
Where's the controversy and name bashing, media circus and back stabbing 
No transferals of sorrow or hope for tomorrow 
Mixed emotions and lack of devotion from family and labeled friends 
All beginnings now turned to ends, no amends to past mistakes all sins transpired cannot be redeemed
 All existence has expired and all inspirations to live have retired 
My will, my soul, my burn has ceased fire The suffering is no longer shared, the struggle is left for one woman to bear 
No other hair to transfer da issues I can't handle 
No sandal of protection to carry the mid-section of life's worries 
No need to hurry, traffic is a one woman's street I can drag my feet if I desire and no one would speak
 I can only keep the lessons of those who inspired me while here 
So as this tear rolls down  and I comfort my own embrace as I'm disgraced with the emptiness that I face
 I choose to cherish the memories of the prior life that existed, however much resisted and receive this strife, with loud out cries of why I had to be the one to lie in this high landfill of torture all alone 
The only sound remaining is my desperate moan, 
so here with no choices 
No voices to turn to, no direction commanding 
I wait my turn to join the forces so I no longer bare the thorns of the last woman standing

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