Pridejaguar13

Women’s bodies are not yours for the taking

Not your land that’s up for sale

Not your home to destroy

Not your food to fill your belly

Take your greed elsewhere please

someday it'll be too 

late. someday you'll wish 

you had hugged them tighter. 

you thought you would see them 

again. you thought 

endings didn't happen this way, 

And just like the moon 

we gotta go through phases to of hurt 

to feel fulfilled again. 

You are not a number. 
You are not a letter. 
You are not something that can be
 measured 
on a scale 
with a beginning 

You

Me

Used to be

You 

Me

Nothing to see

You

Gone

Me 

Is all I need

If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist 

your fingers will touch. How 

do you come to terms with that? How 

do you learn that your father's shoulders