When he tells you he doesn’t like the way you look when you wear red lipstick,

I hope the next words your lips form are “fuck you.”

When I wear red lipstick I feel like I could bring down an army of men with the wave of one hand.

And who is he to take that away from you?

When he tells you he preferred you when your body was “tighter”,

I hope the next gesture from your hands is a middle finger.

When I look in the mirror, I see the wide hips of Aphrodite.

Who is he to tell you what your body should look like?

If he disguises it for honesty,

And you still feel pressure to look a certain way,

Just walk away.

I’ve learned that nobody knows you better than you,

Nobody knows whats better for you than you do.

Wear red lipstick if you want to,

Cut your hair if you want to.

Don’t let anyone stop you from being you.



I have watched my sisters be hunted,
Legs pried open, violated and corrupted,
We decided that men were not to be trusted.

So we evolved, two legs merged into one,
With gills and scales that glimmered under the sun,
We are not a prize to be won.

With voices like angels,
We lured lust-filled, drunken sailors,
Into the depths of the water’s dangers.

With tails, we evolved a desire to kill,
To seek revenge for those who did us ill,
And we watched in delight as the thrashing ocean fell still.

Storm Goddess

Remember us together,
Lying in your bed?
Listening to a song of storms,
“I love the rain,” I said.

You said I was your dream,
But I couldn’t make you stay.
I was much too raw for you,
and so you tossed me away.

My hair, a wild tornado,
My eyes are stormy skies;
You may try to break my spirit,
But you will never see me cry.

I am a Storm Goddess,
The bastard child of Zeus.
Revel in my power.
Fear what I can do.

I can roar like thunder,
With the strength of Hercules.
Beg and plead for mercy,
Down there on your knees.

I hope that you enjoyed,
The gift I sent to you,
Happy Birthday, darling,
The storm is here for you.

A tiny dash of lightening,
Handful of sprinkled rain,
Each lovely, little droplet,
Water torture to your brain.

I hope my song of storms:
My lament, drove you mad.
A reminder that you lost,
The best you’ve ever had.

I hope that when you hear that sound –
That sound that I adore:
Rain against the windowpane,
You will think of me, forevermore.