Archive for January, 2020


I Wear A Dress

I wear a dress not so people can look at me. On the contrary, I prefer to be invisible.

I wear a dress because I feel like it…because it’s been a while…because I feel comfortable in it.

But then they stare. It’s fine I guess. But there is malice in the way they stare. Sometimes I’m too aware that I dare not look. I’ve learned it’s better to ignore them.

It’s better than being catcalled…better because they don’t touch.

So I wear shorts or skirts. But it’s the same. It seems that when they see your legs, you become an object. It’s like exposing yourself…and you are to blame.

So I wear pants. Walk like I mean business, like I’m up for a street fight. See, I learned that you’ve got to walk like a tough guy so they dare not come near.

For a girl to walk prim and proper in front of hungry wolves, you’re fresh meat. So you have to walk like a tough guy.

But it’s the same. The catcalling is still there, at times. Although not as often as wearing a dress or skirt or shorts, but it’s still there. They still look with malice and sometimes….sometimes it’s hard to hold your head up and be tough because you know they’ll never stop.

©Maria Michaela


Hello earthlings! This is not a poetry but a glimpse of how it can be tough for females out in the world. I’ve been catcalled before which is never a nice feeling when you hear the malice in their voice. But many women, girls, have had it worse. Just thought of sharing what it feels like when something as simple as catcalling can do to a person. Let’s all be better people and teach the young one’s to be better as well. Love lots.

Trap

How can I get out of here?

I’ve fallen into a trap and didn’t realize it

I was lost by the glitz and the charms

Played by the thought of glamour and attention

Played by you and the promises grand

Trapped by you and there seems no escape

©Maria Michaela

Spinning

I’m spinning out of control and I don’t know how to stop

I’m unsure how this came to be

I don’t understand why I’m feeling this now

I can’t seem to keep my feet on the ground

What do I do?

How can I stop when I don’t even know why?

©Maria Michaela

Golden Moon

The moon is full tonight

Shining like a gold coin up there

No clouds to obstruct its view

No stars nearby to annoy it

The moon takes center stage

©Maria Michaela

Suffocate

breathe, breathe, breathe

i keep this on repeat in my head

deep breaths, deep breaths

but i feel my breaths coming up short

as if they don’t reach my lungs

i feel there’s not enough air

i lack the oxygen I need to breathe

where is the air?

my nostrils aren’t clogged and i even

try to suck the air from my mouth

but there is still not much air

i keep gasping

where is the air?

where is the air?

breathe….breathe….breathe

©Maria Michaela

Astray

you said goodbye one day

i choked up with something to say

i thought that we were okay

turns out, you’ve gone astray

©Maria Michaela

It blares

It buzzes

It rings

Oh! The sound that tells you to end your sleep.

Why must I part with my bed and pillows?

Oh yes, bills don’t pay on their own, unfortunately

So reluctantly I get up and ‘start the day’

©Maria Michaela

Write Along

Sometimes I write about sadness

Though it doesn’t mean I’m sad

At times I write about happiness

But it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m glad.

And then I write about heart aches

Of how the heart can bleed

It’s not entirely my own

I just let my pen lead.

And so the emotions pour

While I continue to write along.

©Maria Michaela

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