DianaGetsRevengel

Tag: poetry

  • La llorona

    There are too many tales of dead brides and wives and not enough tales of bad men who wind up dead for legal reasons, this is only a poem

  • Speak Now

    You know, the first thing America did was not believe a black woman, they accused her of witchcraft, all because she wasn’t like them, and when she wouldn’t say what they wanted, they tortured her until she agreed to what they said, and they teach the witch trials as a silly, hysterical thing, but our…

  • Nothing new

    This is nothing new, slave, serf, vessel, employee, parishioner, the terms have changed, but the game has not, we’ll take a piece of you, again and again, and you’ll worship us in the end, and thank us for the trouble, in taxes, in blood, in honor and glory, we’ll stomp on your corpses, from our…

  • Off with their heads

    And what is the point of being a good girl if they only look at you as an incubator and not a real person someone to get off from I do not have to look I can’t stop this is not my tragedy I can look away But in a way it is and every…

  • On Religion

    Lately I have found myself praying, which is laughable because I consider myself atheist, but it’s not to any Christian deity, simply whatever one will listen, and make this hell that we’re all in called America, collapse within itself, I don’t hate my country, I love it dearly, I simply want it cleansed of all…

  • Silence

    They screamed about the files, and when they were released, they turned the other way, as if there was nothing to be seen, exactly like a predator, who calls a woman crazy, when it’s the truth they’re screaming.

  • Justice

    The thing of it is, there is no justice for me, or anyone, other than that he is gone, but there is still a deep seeded rage within me, because he got everything, and I am left with nothing, an empty shell of a person, who used to trust people, until I understood everything

  • I find it odd

    I find it odd that compassion has become something people forgot, I find it odd that you’d rather be hateful than not, I find it odd that you’re believing heinous lies, all because that means you’ve got your guy, I find it odd you can’t think beyond yourself, for just one second, I find it…

  • To be quite honest

    To be quite honest, I thought I’d be dead in my late twenties, to be quite honest, I don’t fantasize about mr. right anymore, I have seen too much, I know too much I’ll romanticize things in my head, but I chose me a long time ago, because I knew women who didn’t that wound…

  • What’s good?

    It took me a long time to think for myself I thought being good meant agreeing with everyone and then one day I heard a reverend talking to people about who could and couldn’t get married and all I could think of was, how can you talk of what god wants, when there is nothing…