Teri's Wavelength

I DON’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED

MY BODY IS BRANDED BY FIERY TOOLS THAT LEAVE

MARKS THAT CAN’T BE WIPED OFF

I DONT WANT TO BE SEEN

BY PERVERTS WHO STRIP ME TO FIND THEIR NAME

TO CLAIM ME AS THEIR PROPERTY

I DON’T WANT TO BELONG

TO CONNOISSEURS OF FLESH

WHO HUNT TO TAKE ME TO THEIR SLAUGHTER

I DON’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED

MY BODY IS BRANDED BY FIERY TOOLS THAT LEAVE

MARKS THAT CAN’T BE WIPED OFF

KISSES

KISSED AGAIN AND AGAIN

BY LIPS OF DECEIT

LEAVING MY MOUTH DRY

…POWDERED WITH SOUR CANDY

THE DEED

I am a beautiful girl that has lost her breast’s,

To an idea created by my lovers quest .

Slowly he cut away all my female body parts .

Then he removed my memories with a stab to the heart .

My red tears drip, I’m dying longing to rest in my crypt .

He waits while I suffer for his deed to finish it .

I am a beautiful girl that has lived life deceived by a friend

Who said he would luv me till the end .

Artwork by Steven Barber

GIRLFRIEND

BITTER IS MY NEW GIRLFRIEND HER NAME IS SISTER

SHE SHIELDS ME FROM THE PAIN

HANDED TO ME BY WANNABE NUNS

COVERED IN BLACK RIGHTEOUSNESS…

AND SUNNY SMILES

I wrote this poem in dark pain I was looking for a light to guide me back to safety. There are Sister Mary Jane’s who will try to rob you of the things you luv and value most. I have struggled not to be bitter, The loss turns into damage that is hard to forget .  I connect to God to forgive and find strength to continue my destiny. I am thankful for my enduring life .

The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.” ~BOB MARLEY

PRE-HISTORIC RELIGION

BLACKNESS SHARP AND COLD EMBEDDED INTO US

PUT THERE BY SPEARS FROM PRE-HISTORIC RELIGION

BY TEACHERS THAT SWALLOW ANY HUMAN VALUE

AND DIGEST IT HOPING TO REBIRTH MANY CHILDREN

When you’re judged by a brothers feeble mind
He’ll take you to a place you will never find.
He thinks he knows what a womans about.
His gifts are wrapped with ribbons of doubt.

He says ‘you’re gettin’ there, sister, you’re gettin’
there. Don’t despair, you’re gettin there.’

He opens you up, expressing his toys of care.
Oh God help you! If he finds something rare.
He’ll swallow your dreams expect a sacrifice of soul.
Don’t cry baby, don’t scream, don’t question his control.

He says ‘you’re gettin’ there, sister, you’re gettin’
there. Don’t despair you’re gettin’ there.’

Why do you trust him with this precious stone?
Your very heart, God claimed as his own.
Past flaws carved by many hands that trembled.
Inspected by a crowd of friends he assembled.

He says ‘you’re gettin’ there, sister, you’re gettin’
there. Don’t despair you’re gettin’ there.’

When he sees you broken, thats the key.
It opens up a cage he made for free.
‘You deserve a medal, you passed the test.’
But he’ll compare you to all the rest.

He says ‘you’re gettin’ there, sister, you’re gettin’
there. Don’t despair you’re gettin’ there.’

He encouraged your lover with tainted perception.
Told you you’re the reason for the deception.
You’re not soft and inviting like whats her name.
So you lost, its time to bare the shame.

He says ‘you’re gettin’ there, sister, you’re gettin’
there. Don’t despair, you’re gettin’ there.’

He said ‘Jesus hung on a cross for all to see.
Now its time for you to prove yourself to me.’
When you can’t,`Selfish’ will be your new name.
He’ll call you a monster he couldn’t tame.

‘You’re gettin’ there, sister, you’re gettin’
there. Don’t despair, you’re gettin’ there.’

Im not lost, Im found by Jesus and not alone.
I Ask God to hold my heart, A precious stone.
He’s the only brother who understands.
My flaws are beauty in his hands.

Jesus says ‘You are there, my sister, you are there.
Don’t despair,  you are there.’