Poetry: Feminine Gold

By Monica C. Voskamp 


Is that all I am

Trash?

Time after time

One form of you

Picks me up

Looks me over

And throws me away

Without a

Backward glance.

 

Is that all I’m worth?

Just a pretty

Pitiful plaything

For a time

Till some other

Shiny penny

Catches your eye?

 

Prove me wrong

You breed called men

Aren’t all this way

Just don’t prove me

Right.

I’d rather keep

My glitter of hope

There is a different

Type.

 

But maybe it is more

What I once heard: 

The more I see myself

Someone rare  beautiful

Someone worth holding on to 

Someone worth more.

Then I won’t let

Any man’s grime

Even touch me.

 

Maybe then I’ll see the other

Half of the breed

Who aspire to be better

Who give dignity

To the species of

Feminine gold

Including the figure

Of me.

 

Yes, once I see myself

Wholly through

These eyes

Of such high worth

Of beauty undefinable 

Then I will believe 

Rightfully.

 

I want, need to know

By myself

Than told by you

My worth is not

That pitiful roadside trash 

Rather my worth is more

It’s breathtaking beautiful 

 It’s Feminine Gold.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@priscilladupreez

Poetry: I Am More

By Monica C. Voskamp

I say no.

You say, So?

I say wait,

You say, let’s go.

I change my mind,

you couldn’t care less.

 

Your mind is fixed

Regardless of my word.

Regardless of my state.

Regardless of my pain.

 

You are gaining,

I am losing,

You have power,

I lack courage.

You call the shots,

I’m scared to object.

I don’t believe in myself

Just yet.

 

One day I will.

I will push back.

I will stand my ground.

I will walk away head high

Even when you command,

And Threaten me

I’ll put on my heels

And just walk away

With Dignity.

 

I will walk away , I will.

I am worth far more

Than your worthless pushover

Whore.

 

I am more.

I am more than just some mans

Property.

I am more than a lowlife

commodity.

I am more than a pawn

Manipulated by corrupted hands.

I am so much,

More.

 

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤️

* Photo Credit:https://unsplash.com/@___rob__

Poetry: ..Worthy..

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

No one.

No one determines your worth

but you.

You.

You determine your worth

You discover your worth

You believe the truth

too long untold:

You are worthy.

 

You are worthy,

not a pitiful worm

not a sour taste

not a mistake.

You are worthy,

Worthy of good.

 

Believe, receive, accept

this truth finally told,

You. Are. Worthy.

Now live loud,

Look up and wear

your  rightful crown,

Worthy.

 

Always believe. Always hope. Always love.  💕

* Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@jaysoobs

 

Free Bird

Relationships effect your health, holistically.  Our spirits are either crushed or nurtured. We either thrive or just get by.  I haven’t been able to describe in a few words what it’s like to be in a toxic relationship and then get out.  Free Bird is a flicker of the past and a realization of the present.

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Free Bird

By Monica C. Voskamp

You tried to suck the life out of me.

You tried to trap me like a bird.

You may have stripped some feathers,

But you didn’t break me.

 

I’m free,

Free of you.

Free of your cage.

Free of your poison.

Free of your lies.

I can fly now,

I’m free.

 

I can fly now,

I believe in dreams again.

I can smile now,

I believe love does exist.

I’m not just trying to survive now,

I’m learning to thrive.

Because I left you,

Because I left your cage,

I fly free.

I am me.

 

And if you ever think of me,

Look up to the skies.

That’s where you’ll find me.

You’ll see the past is left behind.

You’ll see the new version of me

Is the best I’ve ever been.

 

No, you didn’t break me.

You helped me see,

What cripples birds like me.

You helped me discover,

Strength, courage and bravery.

You pushed me over the edge,

And that’s where I found my wings.

 

So you see I’m flying now,

Being myself,

Being beautiful,

Being me,

Free Bird.