Piece of meat

I feel like a piece of meat

In my tight dress I feel like a sausage 

marinating in your gaze.

You don't want all of me

Just pieces.

Some prefer the breast piece

Other's prefer the leg piece.

Yes, there are some who like the whole chick-en 

But it should be young and tender.

And you only like it completly

if it's lean meat.

And it should never have a head

because for you that's scary. 

Would you prefer to take out or dine in 

Let me apply makeup

because meat looks more appetizing with garnish. 

Too much dressing interrupts the flavour

so just add sparse dressing.

It's only when I contradict you 

that I am no longer considered a piece of meat.

It's only when I contradict you 

that  I am considered alive.

because when I contradict you 

I am considered a bitch.

Chocolate

This one's not really a poem. I guess it's a prose. Be prepared for Francis Bacon vibes because I love metaphors! XD

Sugar without bitter cocoa beans
will never taste as good as chocolate.

Life without a blend of bitter
will be good but never better.

Sometimes a guest will give you dark chocolate.
Dark in varying degrees
You may not like it but make the best use of it anyway.
It's your chocolate now.

Make cookies, fudge or a souffle. Make the best use of it anyway,
Don't discard it.Let someone share it. It;s easier that way.

You may never understand why they gave it to you but maybe it was the best that they could give.
Maybe they just re-gifted if to you to lessen the burden of something that they didn't like. There is no reason to justify what they did ,but never mind,
They didn't get to enjoy that souffle!

Dreams

I role up my sleeves, to work like sheep
I curl up up my body, and go back to sleep
My brain goes asleep
My heart turns mellow
I can be whoever I want to be,
I confess my love
and my crush repeats my verse.

I sour high with birds
and greet Superman on his way to work.

In my dreams I can run with the wolves
and not get torn to pieces.

I can dance with fate
and smile without creases.

I can eat at buffets
and not gain weight.

Sure there are multiple realities
with infinite possibilities
But in my dreams
I kill those who bother me
without worrying about the judiciary.

In my dreams I can be whoever I want to be
I can be me
completely
without apology.

Sure it's not always rainbows and daises
I do get nightmares.

I can't escape them
So I delay them
I hit snooze

The TOUGH guys

Did you know that when I am not writing profound poetry I write funny raps. I like to consider rapping a skill of mine. It's not perfect but its better than nothing. When my friends hear me rap they are shocked! They say its because they didn't expect me to be good but I don't know for sure. You can't really tell with shocked people.After all they all just look like this :O Are they happy,sad... confused? For all I know they could be thinking Why is she torturing me like this.Uggggghhh

Well here's a rap that I had written a few months ago. THIS IS NOT TO BE READ. IT IS MENT TO BE RAPPED. RAP IT OUT LOUD AND HAVE FUN!! Those people around you are too busy obsessing over their own lives to care about what you are doing.Trust me.It will be fun. :D

We be in leather
Pretending to be gangsta
But ain't got a single misdemeanor
Unless you count
Eating hummus with Cucumber

Our threats
They as hollow as your head
Our style
looks thrifty
But it's a lie
Our jeans are torn
While on the rich shop's hangers
Playing to peoples tunes
like a well trained dancer.

That's what we really are
Fakers,phonies, haters, loonies.
Pretending to be someone
who I truly can't be

Just trying to fit in
Something's missin'
The dance is long
continuously going on
Dancers are tired
but the music plays on.
Curtains open
But the act's over.

NOW TELL THOSE PEOPLE THAT HAVE CROWDED AROUND YOU ABOUT MY BLOG!!
lol
Also, Thanks

So good at pretending nothing has changed

Running away from memory lanes
filled with thorns that cause me pain
Didn't tell you the reason why
too late to rewind, alright
wish I could
Fly a kite, the old kiddi ride
carnivals and carnivores
Monsters hidden in plain sight
Let's enjoy the game
Perfect the charade
So good at pretending nothing changed
So good at the masquerade
If only you lifted the mask
and looked into my face
you'd see my mouth's taped
Help my voice escape
Scare away the hate
that the tape makers spew
when I say
Me too

It's me Rasha.

I have been writing for a long time. I have written for long enough in my journals.The one that I am currently using looks worn out. It's pages are falling out. That along with the advise by my friends made me realize that it wrong to hide my work inside the pages of a book and it's time to put my work out there.
I am no longer the musings of a ten your old version of me. While I am still the annoying sibling that I used to be. I am also a poet and a story teller!
It's the good old me with some new skills.
It's me Rasha.