Feeling Unsafe .. !!

Not sure who this post belong to

Who originally wrote it nor where they hail from but nonetheless,Ive been seeing & reading it on a lot of online social media platforms and it speaks to me.If you know the writer please tag ’em here 🙂


You don’t know stress until you get into a taxi/train carriage or any other form of public transport and you’re the only woman inside surrounded by men.
The relief you get when another woman gets in is unmatched. I might not know the woman but I swear I instantly feel safer. Sometimes I notice that familiar look of acknowledgement when another woman gets in and sees me. It’s the “Okay cool, there is another woman in here thank God” look. I’m tired of stressing over my safety (anywhere) because of men and their incessant disrespectful behaviour towards us and our bodies.


Poetess Dee



Fought A Losing Fight !!

As I was fighting for you,
I realized I was fighting to be lied to,
Taken for granted,
To to disappointed,
To be hurt over & over and that’s when I started fighting to let go of you.
And for that – I was called a bitch.
And you not trash .. Okay !!

Poetess Dee

I’ll Be Here,Waiting To Be Abused !

Please, close the door, and lock it shut.

These feelings are the death of me.

Unbearable sadness coupled with undying rage
Drives me sane, woke up in the hospital with a cold sweat.

All alone – Alone with my thoughts, I cannot sleep
So I stare at the white ceiling thinking of you,
Wondering what I could have done to deserve this.
I tried to be a good girlfriend, I know sometimes it doesn’t seem like it,
I am full of love, but I don’t know who to love.

Opening up to you took more effort than imaginable,
you take it for granted, but that’s okay.
Use and abuse me I’ll take the abuse.

Only because I love you that much and I can’t seem to walk away from you .. Use and abuse me;,I’ll take the abuse.

Poetess Dee