The Harem: Persian Suns and Magic Carpet Rides

Here I am, exotic and confined
Just like a summer day held in captivity
The colors in my eyes
Can’t paint above the sorrows of this world
But in my humble stare
The blossoms bloom
With fragrant lemon trees
I travel with the wind
Towards a world
Of magic carpet rides
And Persian suns that never set
Despite the mullahs and the shahs

Inside my countenance
A thousand and one nights
The firmness of a woman’s heart
At yet so young an age
And throbbing beauty of a virgin child
With naked smiles I brush away their vanity
That’s all I have to do
Embrace myself
And let my honeyed skin drip with desire
A gentle current running down my corpse
Until I’m freed of all the pain

Let all this seeping sweetness
Wash away the sadness of our times
And as I’m tended to in private squares
The eyes of lustful men
Turn my desires into things
A vengeful sodomy darkening the day
I take no heed
The sweet embrace of rubber on my skin
Can never change the virtues of my mind
I am this woman punished, here I am
Placed on my deathbed every night
But yet I’m wreaking with my womanhood

The lemon fields will always bloom
And summer days are days of summer sun
Underneath these clear blue summer skies
What room we have to dream and have some fun

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Character: 84/100 (Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

The Bitch Brigades – In company of the Drama Queen

The other day
He called me late at night
That horny asshole
Knows how to pick a fight
His bathroom stunk
Because I took a dump
I took revenge
To teach him who to hump!

Bitch?
Yes, you could say
But open your heart
To my story of disappointment
To my tale of dismay
To my tragedy of relationships
The Iliad’s pages
We’ll fill a million times
Double-spaced, of course
But still worth your while
And soon enough
You’ll understand
You’ll join my force:
The bitch brigades

An irrational act?
Well I’m happy you have the nerve
To call me irrational
For grabbing what I deserve
You have to shock them
You have to be the perv
And with some practice
You’ll make their loose-ends curve!

Today at work
He texts me on my phone
He misses me?
No, he just wants to bone
I text him back
“You have to change your tone”
But deep inside,
I can’t wait till I moan!

And when it’s night
We cuddle in his bed
He’s feeling bored
He’s waiting for some head
And finally
He speaks of love instead!
His wife storms in
Oh my, this asshole’s dead

To hell with men
The drama that they bring
Some look for action
And others want a ring
But as for me
I need the ideal fling
A man that serves me
And lets me do my thing

I’ve been in action
For oh so many years
I guess its time
To look beyond my fears
The queen of bitches
Needs to have her rest
Goodbye to straightness
Hey! Dyke, show me some breast!

Emancipation Nation – In the Bedroom of the Female Activist

Sheets of cloth
Wrapped around
The layers of my world
Alone with warming covers
Alone in peace forever
This is my nation

My bedroom, an eternal sanctuary
Stands strong in the face of time
In the face of all those voices
That hang behind its door

And what of love
What of work
What of life itself?
There is no failure in my shrine
Pieces of my soul
Are soaked in wine
Prospects of my future
Are shadows on my wall
I dance alone
And make the whole world shake

I cling to what I have
My body perfect and untouched
Will never leave me
And so in my nakedness
I am liberated from fear

My eyes, they’re closed
I spin myself into a mystic dream
I see a world with colors bright
With hope and love and endless joy
With passion, without fear

The choices all around me
I cannot think, I cannot feel
Beyond the comfort of my bed
I do not know where truth resides

A princess in my own abode
But slaved to hunger beyond these walls
I march along
In search of truth
In search of passion
In search of emancipation
An incomplete happiness
That fills my heart
But leaves my mind and soul
In thirst

And so alone at night
I drink myself to sleep
To quench my inner cravings
To ease my mind and free my soul
To rise above the social chatter
To become
What I am destined to be
A shooting star
And nothing less
Although I’m racing towards my end
I race towards it in endless glamour