The Four

It was Friday night and in the red dimmed bar stood 4 different women 

From different age groups, from different families and upbringings, yet there for the same reasons

They needed to work 

Two were at the door collecting the money and the other two inside shaking their thang to make the money 

The two inside had the possibility to make countless money on tips doing what some may say was compromising their integrity

But was it really? Or was it just a smart tactic to stay afloat and make money?

It almost seems like a really intelligent move on a chess board, thinking about how to win at the game 

The two at the door would leave with no more than $90 each 

Yet all 4 were struggling just the same 

Difference being in who did what to make a little bit more 

And society just has a ball when it comes to what is slut shaming

Calling someone out for something that doesn’t concern them 

Because no one ever talks about the one giving the tips making it a ‘thing’ to strip, be a bottle girl or whatever it may be 

So annoying how some people are just all up in another’s business as if they ask for permission every time they’re going to gossip or take a step 

And while they were talking at their rectangular bar table with the dimmed lights she learned that some women make a lot of money selling their undergarments online

A lot of money 

Yet someone that does this may also be slut shamed and as much as she tries she cannot fathom why…

Why is it that it’s always a one way street 

What about the buyer that is no doubt encouraging this 

Because it seems to become harder everyday for women to be able to earn the money they deserve in a position in which they don’t feel like a sexualized object 

Many jobs may want to hire a candidate at a entry level salary when they have incredible experience and are more than qualified for the part 

Everyone has bills to pay and a lifestyle to maintain yet it seems to be quite the challenge to reach the point in which one doesn’t have to become a sexual object in order to live comfortably and not paycheck to paycheck doing something that they enjoy

What a dilema–but how can it be solved?…

Bionica 

The Truth

The more she talked to others, the less that she could believe it 

There were others like her that suffered just like she did 

If not more 

Parents really weren’t all they were cracked up to be 

At least not all 

But in reality, it seemed like the greater majority 

Impinging on their children all that they suffered as a kid in more 

They just said a word and it became a law with out any voting 

Some parents never even cared to know why their kids rebelled 

They never cared to look deeper than what they saw 

They never cared to take the time and actually love 

Some parents have been known to just enforce their authority 

Like a police officer that likes to take advantage due to their stance

They have been known to simply smack their child for saying something that they didn’t like 

They never cared to simply ask why and try to find out how to keep them from feeling like such outburst are ok 

The communication was just never there 

It was a one way street in so many homes 

Awful to know that so many adults never cared to really communicate

To turn the living room into a court room and look at things from all sides 

To see why certain causes are defended so strongly 

Instead they have abused their adulthood to become abusive in ways they will never know 

The sad part is that to them it will never be about becoming better

To them it will never be about something that was wrong 

To them it will be about an ungrateful child that just continues to show disrespect fo going against them 

They will never understand the loneliness they may feel later one because of the absence of their child 

Their child that will simply runaway because they no longer have to withstand the abuse 

To them it will be about someone that left them with out reason 

Never understanding that their behavior was far from ok 

And that there was never a need to be complacent and accept their wrong doings for what they were 

They may never understand that their ‘love’ was nothing more than an expression of all they lacked 

An expression of all they hurt thrown upon someone like a hailing rainstorm at full force 

With out warning and without shelter 

Causing them to run farther and farther seeking the sunshine 

Bionica

Alone

They just couldn’t understand what happened

Their beloved little sheep was no longer following them 

Refusing to keep up with the herd 

She no longer sought the approval of the shepherd 

She was on a learning path hungry to know more 

Of what could be, of what was and of what is…

But all this knowledge was becoming too much for the flock 

They looked at her differently, not understanding 

Like Eve cast out of Eden for taking a bite out of the fruit from the tree of knowledge 

She was gaining the spots that went with rebellion 

As she came to realize that all she had known before wasn’t right 

And she had no reason to follow it or stand for it 

She understood that just because someone was family 

There still was not a reason to accept or enable what she didn’t believe in

For her it wasn’t about taking sides 

For her it was about doing what was right 

The patterns followed before didn’t have to continue 

Just because they became a legacy didn’t mean that they were good 

And she wanted good 

She wanted what would make her feel good to be free 

However she understood that her freedom didn’t come alone 

Like everything there was a price 

Her peace of mind would make her the black sheep 

The lost one to others who in reality found herself 

But she was ok with that 

She accepted her path and she knew her truth 

She was going to brush out her mats, carry a pic in her pocket 

Whenever she needed to be reminded of the light she held 

The light that took off like a rocket 

Bionica

Club No More

In all honesty, she couldn’t remember the last time she had gone to a club 

At least not voluntarily wanting to shake her groove thang 

With a group of people bumping in to her, spilling drinks everywhere 

And the incessant pump of the bass from the speakers 

That would just cause the ice in drinks to rattle against the glass

She was totally over that 

But being in need for some extra cash 

She dove back in

Not to take on the role of a fabulous bottle girl 

But play police officer and make sure 

That those who wanted to party paid up before stepping in 

And she just couldn’t believe it 

The party kids inside ranged from 18 with a possible fake id 

To 22 and that was pushing it 

But there were a few older men who were just weird 

For crashing this childrens party 

But what really got to her was the conversations she heard

What did these young girls know about serious relationships 

When they were barely out of high school 

Talking about certain matters with a sense of pride 

As if that’s what made the grown ups 

And so she wondered if that was her a few years ago 

But probably not 

Because generations have changed 

As have social standards of communication 

Now it’s all about the gram and looking good for the camera 

Once upon a time, it was more about enjoying the moment 

And hoping you were able to take a few pictures with your point & shoot 

So that you can laugh at the proof of what happened 

But times, they are a changing 

And yes she will probably say the same 

It makes for good stores 

And good laughs 

About how she at times feels like everyone’s mother 

Or really just happens to act like it…

-Bionica

Los amores que no fueron

Ella tal vez tenía unos 8 años
Le parece que el chico tenía muchos mas
Aunque ella no sabrá cuantos
Y ella dijo que quería ser su novia
Pues el tan graciosamente le ha dicho
"pues somos novios"

Si fuera así de fácil vaya
Que me parece que no habrían
Tantas mujeres solteras
jajaja

Algo tan inocente
Que para ella fue lo máximo
Osea lograr un objetivo así
En tan solo minutos
Wow

Los del colegio
Pues nunca se voltearon
Ni para mirarla 2 veces
Y hacer una pregunta

No es que sentía como el patito feo
Tan solo que nunca conseguía por el area

Porque en esos tiempos
En ves de estudiar
Parece ser un instinto seguro
El saber que el amor es una
De las cosas mas importantes
En la vida

Pero a ver que siempre mas
A los 13 hizo un viaje
En el que se le abrieron los ojos
Pues los chicos que veia
Parece que todos le llamaban la atención

Imaginar las hormonas revueltas
De los adolescentes
Madre mía que peligro

Igual que en ese viaje
No hubieron intercambios de números
Ni besos de despedida

Pero el verano siguiente
Aunque besos no habían
Si, amores que florecían
Desde lejos nacían ilusiones
De esas que te hacen sonreír
Mientras estas a sola

Porque sabes que hay alguien
Alguien mas que tu al que le agrada
Tu compañía
-Bionica