These thorns..

Rooted in my own

grass. But it’s too much for you. You can’t control me where I am.

I am a thorn in your side. And I’ve always been. I am what you never wanted. I am that reminder that you did not get what you wanted. I am that proof. I was your worst nightmare, though you did not realize I could be worse. I could be better.

I am a woman. And you can’t stand that. You never could. You never did.

I’m like that weed, not weed, which grows in a place so hated yet, untouched and unknown. You can’t touch me here, even in my favorite place. Paris, June 2020. ©le_chah_errant

For the rest of the poem, read it here.

11 Comments Add yours

  1. Msdedeng says:

    I remember reading this and thinking, how powerful! and I read it today and think, you got it right, you are a WOMAN. Now, a woman is many thing, but weak is not one of them I promise you!!!

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    1. beachah says:

      Agreed! It is extremely strong because of the emotions behind it. Sometimes, we do feel weak but for these, it’s hard not to feel anything. Thank you.


  2. Msdedeng says:

    Oh, and I love the picture: darkish, vibrant with a mystery to it, but most of all, beautiful!

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    1. beachah says:

      Ahhh that was a last minute split-second decision!

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  3. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Brilliant Béa!

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    1. beachah says:

      Thanks Francisco!

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      1. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

        My pleasure Bea!

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  4. paulkayaian says:

    Damn! The intensity! The vitriol! The opprobrium! The revenge, through words…is always the best revenge…

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