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SuperFemme · 03-16-2010, 07:24 PM

Scarlet F

Cinderblock walls.
No oxygen.
Five thousand angry women.

Forever branded with the Scarlet F
Felon Felon Felon

One woman at a time.
Five thousand similar stories.

Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man
hurt them in ways nobody should
think of hurting a child.

First hit of heroin given by Momma
right before she sold them for sex
to get the money to buy the heroin

No love. No light. Maybe an escape
into the arms of a man far worse
than Momma.

They crack one at a time.
Drugs.
Crimes
Murdering that man worse than Momma
until they become one organism.

Five thousand pulsating broken unloved
beat down souls. Finally branded with the
Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love.

Society believes they deserve it and then
one at a time...they believe it too.

Where is the brand left on those that looked
past them, around them, and maybe even AT
them.

Don't get involved. It's none of your business
until someone steals your purse.

Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband!
Where is YOUR Scarlet letter?

Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many
facilities built to hold them in.

Five thousand stories that have a common
thread.

America has no idea what that Scarlet F really
means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep
new F's coming.

cinderella · 03-16-2010, 07:30 PM

Wow! This is very disturbing. This is meant as a compliment. Thanks for sharing.

Quote:

Originally Posted by SuperFemme

Scarlet F

Cinderblock walls.
No oxygen.
Five thousand angry women.

Forever branded with the Scarlet F
Felon Felon Felon

One woman at a time.
Five thousand similar stories.

Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man
hurt them in ways nobody should
think of hurting a child.

First hit of heroin given by Momma
right before she sold them for sex
to get the money to buy the heroin

No love. No light. Maybe an escape
into the arms of a man far worse
than Momma.

They crack one at a time.
Drugs.
Crimes
Murdering that man worse than Momma
until they become one organism.

Five thousand pulsating broken unloved
beat down souls. Finally branded with the
Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love.

Society believes they deserve it and then
one at a time...they believe it too.

Where is the brand left on those that looked
past them, around them, and maybe even AT
them.

Don't get involved. It's none of your business
until someone steals your purse.

Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband!
Where is YOUR Scarlet letter?

Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many
facilities built to hold them in.

Five thousand stories that have a common
thread.

America has no idea what that Scarlet F really
means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep
new F's coming.

SuperFemme · 03-16-2010, 07:31 PM

Thanks. It IS disturbing, and does well when in a spoken word format.
nice thread.

Venus007 · 05-01-2010, 10:53 AM

I want to be pinioned, pierced, filled, put in my place.
I want to be shot through with the thick kundalini arrow.
Spin my chakras baby .

I want flesh and bone.
Shake me until I rattle
Pulled under in your tide.

Turn to the big bad wolf before my eyes (my what big teeth you have)
Push back my little red riding hood and lick your chops
Howl with raw throat .

Carnal carnivore
I am predator and prey
Devoured and devouring

Breath to hips to breath, unbroken circle,
Locked together, fiery wheels within a wheel
Spinning thunder in my bed

Venus007 · 05-01-2010, 10:54 AM

My lover is a leopard pelted goddess,
A ripe fruit that must be eaten in the bathtub;
Nectar flowing down
Chin and hands.

In the basin of her hips
I press my lips to the fire,
My tongue to the work of the flames
And am consumed as I knew I would be.

This is my holy heart of fire
This is my sacred gift.

I'mOneToo · 09-28-2010, 11:58 PM

six feet tall
gorgeous tendrils
of curly blonde hair
i ran my hand through it
caught it in the back,
entwined it in my fingers
held it
pulled it slowly
our lips
so close
i moved to her ear
whispered
my suggestion
"yes"
was her answer
"first..."
ah, negotiation...
"i need to..."
what, what?
in her timidity
she bit my neck
i disengaged to ask
"what do you need?"
she licked my earlobe
gently
and whispered her request,
"i need to see your ID."

baby butch.
diaper dyke.
barely 21,
yes, I showed her proof.
a year later
we laughed about that
at our anniversary dinner
when we celebrated
our one-night stand
that held up
through 12 months
of silly string
and delusions
that made up
our "R"elationship
we exchanged rings
called ourselves married
enjoyed all the trappings therein
and were thus... trapped.

many years later
when history
repeated itself
i tried to remember
that kind of september
when life was so tender
though it wasn't always mellow
and september is not always
kind

but i have learned
through all those septembers
that when october comes
blowing leaves into corners
where they get stuck
in the cobwebs
on the shelves
of the mind
there will always be
a fall
and i will always
catch myself

remembering with kindness
the septembers that fell apart
and drifted away
with the falling leaves

Venus007 · 05-08-2011, 12:54 AM

Turned away from the summit, I camp among your foothills and
recall the days when I took for granted I would always be able to
walk the shining path, through the clouds to your secret garden.

I wait for the storms to clear and the way to open.
I watch others born down from the heights unable to even rest in the shadow of the mountain.
I wonder if they found the precious things I left there.

The sun flashes off the peak and I am Ulysses lashed to my tent pole listening to the song of the sirens.
They beckon me to climb, to force my way up. To face the icy winter storms and
snowy billowing avalanche; to be hurtled down the mountain,
broken, and cast out from even the comfort of the foothills because the mountain does not will it.

There is beauty here, on these lower rises, on these fertile hills.
I watch the intrepid adventurers parade by; packs earnestly strapped on, scoffing at this small tent on the mountainside, confusing patience with weakness.
I have seen their bones pile up over the years. All that is left of them is the plastic they leave behind and the damage from their fires.

They are lured by the peak, like a junkie to a needle, like a moth to a candle, like I am though I endure.

SingularNYCFemme · 09-17-2012, 07:55 AM

This is absolutely stunning. Thank you for sharing it with us here.

Quote:

Originally Posted by I'mOneToo

six feet tall
gorgeous tendrils
of curly blonde hair
i ran my hand through it
caught it in the back,
entwined it in my fingers
held it
pulled it slowly
our lips
so close
i moved to her ear
whispered
my suggestion
"yes"
was her answer
"first..."
ah, negotiation...
"i need to..."
what, what?
in her timidity
she bit my neck
i disengaged to ask
"what do you need?"
she licked my earlobe
gently
and whispered her request,
"i need to see your ID."

baby butch.
diaper dyke.
barely 21,
yes, I showed her proof.
a year later
we laughed about that
at our anniversary dinner
when we celebrated
our one-night stand
that held up
through 12 months
of silly string
and delusions
that made up
our "R"elationship
we exchanged rings
called ourselves married
enjoyed all the trappings therein
and were thus... trapped.

many years later
when history
repeated itself
i tried to remember
that kind of september
when life was so tender
though it wasn't always mellow
and september is not always
kind

but i have learned
through all those septembers
that when october comes
blowing leaves into corners
where they get stuck
in the cobwebs
on the shelves
of the mind
there will always be
a fall
and i will always
catch myself

remembering with kindness
the septembers that fell apart
and drifted away
with the falling leaves

05-01-2010, 10:53 AM	#4
Venus007 Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Serene Highness ;} Relationship Status: Dreamily contemplating some outrage against conventional morality Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Houston area Posts: 1,362 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,417 Thanked 4,746 Times in 1,139 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Pinioned I want to be pinioned, pierced, filled, put in my place. I want to be shot through with the thick kundalini arrow. Spin my chakras baby . I want flesh and bone. Shake me until I rattle Pulled under in your tide. Turn to the big bad wolf before my eyes (my what big teeth you have) Push back my little red riding hood and lick your chops Howl with raw throat . Carnal carnivore I am predator and prey Devoured and devouring Breath to hips to breath, unbroken circle, Locked together, fiery wheels within a wheel Spinning thunder in my bed __________________ . "I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. " Ayn Rand, Anthem "So you'll die happily for your sins. You'd rather die in guilt then live in love?" Timothy Leary

05-01-2010, 10:54 AM	#5
Venus007 Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Serene Highness ;} Relationship Status: Dreamily contemplating some outrage against conventional morality Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Houston area Posts: 1,362 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,417 Thanked 4,746 Times in 1,139 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	My lover is a leopard pelted goddess My lover is a leopard pelted goddess, A ripe fruit that must be eaten in the bathtub; Nectar flowing down Chin and hands. In the basin of her hips I press my lips to the fire, My tongue to the work of the flames And am consumed as I knew I would be. This is my holy heart of fire This is my sacred gift. __________________ . "I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. " Ayn Rand, Anthem "So you'll die happily for your sins. You'd rather die in guilt then live in love?" Timothy Leary

09-28-2010, 11:58 PM	#6
I'mOneToo Member How Do You Identify?: Human Preferred Pronoun?: left of right Relationship Status: right of left Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: ]centered[ Posts: 321 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 587 Thanked 513 Times in 184 Posts Rep Power: 2132876	on a bar stool six feet tall gorgeous tendrils of curly blonde hair i ran my hand through it caught it in the back, entwined it in my fingers held it pulled it slowly our lips so close i moved to her ear whispered my suggestion "yes" was her answer "first..." ah, negotiation... "i need to..." what, what? in her timidity she bit my neck i disengaged to ask "what do you need?" she licked my earlobe gently and whispered her request, "i need to see your ID." baby butch. diaper dyke. barely 21, yes, I showed her proof. a year later we laughed about that at our anniversary dinner when we celebrated our one-night stand that held up through 12 months of silly string and delusions that made up our "R"elationship we exchanged rings called ourselves married enjoyed all the trappings therein and were thus... trapped. many years later when history repeated itself i tried to remember that kind of september when life was so tender though it wasn't always mellow and september is not always kind but i have learned through all those septembers that when october comes blowing leaves into corners where they get stuck in the cobwebs on the shelves of the mind there will always be a fall and i will always catch myself remembering with kindness the septembers that fell apart and drifted away with the falling leaves

05-08-2011, 12:54 AM	#7
Venus007 Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Serene Highness ;} Relationship Status: Dreamily contemplating some outrage against conventional morality Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Houston area Posts: 1,362 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,417 Thanked 4,746 Times in 1,139 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Written in 2002 Turned away from the summit, I camp among your foothills and recall the days when I took for granted I would always be able to walk the shining path, through the clouds to your secret garden. I wait for the storms to clear and the way to open. I watch others born down from the heights unable to even rest in the shadow of the mountain. I wonder if they found the precious things I left there. The sun flashes off the peak and I am Ulysses lashed to my tent pole listening to the song of the sirens. They beckon me to climb, to force my way up. To face the icy winter storms and snowy billowing avalanche; to be hurtled down the mountain, broken, and cast out from even the comfort of the foothills because the mountain does not will it. There is beauty here, on these lower rises, on these fertile hills. I watch the intrepid adventurers parade by; packs earnestly strapped on, scoffing at this small tent on the mountainside, confusing patience with weakness. I have seen their bones pile up over the years. All that is left of them is the plastic they leave behind and the damage from their fires. They are lured by the peak, like a junkie to a needle, like a moth to a candle, like I am though I endure. __________________ . "I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. " Ayn Rand, Anthem "So you'll die happily for your sins. You'd rather die in guilt then live in love?" Timothy Leary

03-16-2010, 07:24 PM	#1
SuperFemme Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Permanently Banned 10/24/2010 Preferred Pronoun?: She. Relationship Status: Married (one of 18,000) Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Atascadero, CA Posts: 4,933 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,309 Thanked 7,108 Times in 2,327 Posts Rep Power: 0	Scarlet F Cinderblock walls. No oxygen. Five thousand angry women. Forever branded with the Scarlet F Felon Felon Felon One woman at a time. Five thousand similar stories. Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man hurt them in ways nobody should think of hurting a child. First hit of heroin given by Momma right before she sold them for sex to get the money to buy the heroin No love. No light. Maybe an escape into the arms of a man far worse than Momma. They crack one at a time. Drugs. Crimes Murdering that man worse than Momma until they become one organism. Five thousand pulsating broken unloved beat down souls. Finally branded with the Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love. Society believes they deserve it and then one at a time...they believe it too. Where is the brand left on those that looked past them, around them, and maybe even AT them. Don't get involved. It's none of your business until someone steals your purse. Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband! Where is YOUR Scarlet letter? Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many facilities built to hold them in. Five thousand stories that have a common thread. America has no idea what that Scarlet F really means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep new F's coming.

03-16-2010, 07:31 PM	#3
SuperFemme Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Permanently Banned 10/24/2010 Preferred Pronoun?: She. Relationship Status: Married (one of 18,000) Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Atascadero, CA Posts: 4,933 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,309 Thanked 7,108 Times in 2,327 Posts Rep Power: 0	Thanks. It IS disturbing, and does well when in a spoken word format. nice thread.