Women are faultfinders.

Never happy with anything.

They get worse as time passes.

I know…,

I am one.

We’re a product of our environment.

Living under confinement of what

Pious, Political, and Religious societies

Say we should be.

Yet, these pious, political, and religious societies,

Treat us women like hussies.

No wonder we’re more than a bit fussy.

There’s much more to women than

our breasts and pussies.

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett

**Written at a time when I was in a very low state of mind. I know longer feel this way, or have this view. Still, I did not want to exclude this poem.


White Cream

Daddy was always inebriated.

He would get mad as a March Hare.

Locking us in the basement.

Punching out windows.

Mommy too.

One day she left him for good.

Me too.

He liked to play with me.

He made me play with him too.

I was a little girl.

I don’t remember much.


White Cream

Coming out of his 

Pale Phallic Rod.

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett

Overwhelmed With Anxiety

My mind is feeling overwhelmed with anxiety today. The feelings came around 2:30 to 3:00 pm this afternoon. I am just sitting here with them, not trying to figure out why they’ve arrived. I accept these feelings, and love them as a welcomed guest into my home. They are here to teach me something, I am sure. Until then, I sit and wait for their lesson.

Love Always,

Inanna Roxanna Arnett

Copyright Friday, February 16, 2018 4:56 pm.