If I Dare

By | Poems

if-i-dare-breast-image

 

by MindiMeira
June 14, 2014

 

 

Small and high
Barely there
Uncle’s hand
Demanded his share.

Delicious sensation
Shot down, down there,
Nipples caressed
Made my life unfair.

Firm and round
Breasts were power
Used to attract
Got me used and deflowered.

And if ever approached from behind
I was reminded of that younger time
Any pleasure quickly became shame
Out of the body, I would climb.

Then heavy and large, for nine blessed years,
To six, these breasts fed life.
I lived to serve and I became
The Best Mother, The Best Wife.

 

Breasts used, and breasts given,
To men , as if they were toys.
Such confusion with uncle and husband,
Sustenance to the boys.

Now at fifty, breasts sag.
 They’re flat.
Discipline, nutrition and exercise

find me strong and youthful,
But when it comes to breasts,
That  is that.

Victoria Secret bras enhance my look
So grateful for the lift,
And now I wonder and I dream
Can I give myself a gift?

A lift, implants, too expensive,
It’s surgery, requires care.
But all the inconvenience

Would mean I CHOOSE MY BREASTS,
If I dare!

They may no longer be natural
Some will judge, I won’t care.
Cause it’s my life and I get to choose
everything about my breasts,
If I dare……….

Happy

By | Poems

 

blooming flowers

Happy
Jan 30, 2017
by Mindi Meira

Happy to be
Alive,
Happy to see
Her face.
Happiness like
blooming,
fragrant flowers
All over
The place.

Joy that’s
So divine,
Put everything
Else in space.
Only emotions
Clear and high
Are worth the
Crazy race.

motherfucking
perverts
psycho bitch
deserves Mace.

Girl
Surviving,
She’s an Ace!
It’s hard~
Hope
Never to see
Asshole’s face.

Minutes turn to hours
Hours stretch to days
Better now
Enconsed in a
loving
Home Base.

Praying for no flashbacks
No triggers
Easy pace

Wondering if one day
Happy
Could be Her Song?

That would be Grace.

 

Clouds like Secrets

By | Poems

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Clouds Like Secrets
by MindiMeira
April 14, 2014

Climbing up,
Summit sighted,
Adrenalin rush
Freedom jolt.

Selfie snapped
then,
Quiet.
Still expanse.
Clouds,
like secrets
glide.

​Silent,​
White on blue,
​H​idden gold.​
Nature’s
destiny

Soft white
nothingness
Keeps​
life mysteries
hazy.

​​Breathe, breathe.
All is in this
Moment.
Stay,
want to stay
With the
Breath
In this
Moment.

Then you,
Always you,
Always
back
to you.
Robbing me
Of the present.

Forcefully
Pulling
my
S​oul
Beyond
Earth,
Sky,
and
Water​.

Wh​ere do
We
Meet​?​
What
Answers
Do you
Hold?
What
Destiny
do we
Share?

​Darke​r
overhead​​.​
Clouds part,
One
becomes
Two,

​Sky
yields
Showers​​​

​On the
summit
Girl torn
apart,

​ag​ain,

submits
to
Tears.

Busting Beliefs

By | Poems

 

Past a Grenade

Busting Beliefs
September 2, 2015

Striving for connection
deep
meaningful
fun
light

Will you be
THE ONE
to
GET ME?

To make
me feel
I’m
ALRIGHT?

Is this love
you are sharing?
Will we
give and take
or fight?

Can I trust
what is
before me?

Can the
darkness
fade
with the night?

Demons invade
Past a grenade
Choices are made
Trust is the trade.

Busting beliefs
the only solution.

Debating
religion
results in
Delusion.

How do I survive?
Amidst
the
confusion?

Wrote this poem during my 500hr yoga teacher training. I was very emotional about what was happening between me and my step dad, and  the poem just spilled out during class.

Charm Citay

By | inspirational

Charm City Riot 2015

Charm Citay

by MindiMeira

there’s a riot in the citay
there’s a riot in my head
there’s looting on the screen now
makes me want to curl up in bed

Instead I plant
flowers and chants
good deeds over rants
prayers morph the I can’ts

racial war
emotional roar
physical grrrr
spiritual core

what do I know
Bmore youth stow
stigma to overthrow
grief tangible
melting pots blow

mothers talk
congress balks
protesters walk
do gooders stalk

there’s a healing in the citay
there’s a healing in my head
there’s connection on the video
there’s hope instead of dread.

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