Embracing Autonomy

Art: Denise Giacchi

I derive immense pleasure from my privilege to choose.

Embracing my autonomy permits me to express myself as I please.

I love living in the comfort of my skin—the architect designing my own alluring world.

I live out loud permitting my mind, thoughts, and authentic-self free rein.

Your vehement lambaste of my choices clearly suggests you’ve yet to embrace choice’s power residing within you.

Should you embrace your expression of choice, please understand your life will differ from mine considerably.

Our distinctiveness is exactly as our fingerprints—one of a kind.

Live freely and expressively as your soul dictates, Sweetheart.

I am.

Freedom of choice deserves mad props for gifting us with such a profound legacy.

©2012, Nesi Writes

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To Me With Love

 

Art: Chandra Michaels, Soul Sista

I’m through with overindulging your senses with my beautiful essence.

I deserve more than a doggy bone treat.

I’m not sure why you fail to realize that you should behave as the luckiest man in the world—receiving my precious time and attention.

Reflecting and thinking…“You’d better recognize and ask somebody.”

What I choose to share with you or anyone else is worth more than a pile of diamonds, rubies, and other precious stones.

I’m flipping this script because I’ve got plenty of living to do…either with or without you.

With Love,

To Me

©2012, Nesi Writes

 

Plaything

Art: Paul Chatem, Devil’s Plaything

She purchased me—like I am a hooker or something.

Supposedly, she needed me—instead she hid me away, out of sight out of mind.

Occasionally, she glances at me when she is nearby—toying with me like I am her plaything.

Even though I am available for her, she goes to someone else instead of thinking about me.

Sometimes desperation causes her to grab me, loosen me, and pour me over her cushiony friend.

After I satisfy her right spot, she is content—casting me aside once again.

I return to my isolated dark place longing for her return.

I know I behave foolishly by acquiescing to the way she uses me.

She willingly, openly, and freely allows her friends to pass me around tending to their little dirty deeds.

These acts leave me humiliated—feeling so cheap, and filthy.

Her constant neglect and disrespect frustrate me—rendering me helpless because I am in her possession.

However, I wait in desperation for her return to me.

Signed,
Her Nail Polish Remover

©2012, Nesi Writes