#SCARSANDBARS


Prayers to the families, victims, and everyone touched by the madness in Orlando,Florida… As an empath, it’s taking everything in me not to succumb to the sadness and pain I feel… I’m…Afraid.  Afraid that I can be anywhere at any given time and actually targeted because of the way I may look, or be perceived.  Afraid that I may be assaulted because I choose to wear men’s clothing, date beautiful women like myself, and secure in my sexuality.  I am afraid for the children I will raise someday.  Afraid for my wife to be.  Afraid to even have a drink in a club… This is sickening…


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“I LOVE MYSELF” – MODELS WANTED

I LOVE MYSELF
A celebration of Womanhood
Photography & Cinematography by Billie Simone

Concept:
Sisters…of all races and nationalities…who are ashamed of your bodies…your scars, your stretch marks, varicose veins, or any “flaw” that makes you feel “unlovable”, inadequate, not good enough… I invite you to be apart of my project…

Photo will include a brief bio, and statement describing your “flaws”, and how you define your beauty…

Models Wanted
– Seeking women of all ages, nationwide for a photography/videography collection to be featured online via social media, and published in a photography book in Summer 2017.
– Payment includes a small sitting fee, and hardcover copy of the the book, “I Love Myself”

Please send photo, social media contacts, contact information and availability to:

BillieSimone@me.com

Shooting will begin July 2016 and end in February 2017.

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE

CREATIVE SILENCE


when she said she was coming over, and bringing her paints and canvases tho’……..

[#PHOTO] STRAIGHT OUTTA…

  

[POEM] MISTAKE

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MISTAKE

It hurt like hell
But gave me a
A story to tell
And I never dreamed
You’d be so cruel
To me…
Everyday I wait
For a call
A letter
Anything to make me
Feel better
About the situation
But I get nothing
But silence
And frustration…
I know you
Didn’t mean it
I wanna believe that
One day
We will find a way
Back into each other’s lives
I taste each tear
You cry and wonder why
You can’t
Bring yourself to simply
Apologize…
Maybe I don’t deserve one…
Maybe it was
Just a facade of love
After all you walked
Out the door…
But my heart
Insists it was more…
It doesn’t want
To believe it wasn’t
Sincere and that it
Was fake…and
It forgives you
For the
Mistake…
Even if I can’t…

Billie Simone © 2014

[POEM] TRUST ME

TRUST ME

Trust Me
I never make a promise
I have no intentions
Of keeping…
Eventually and
You won’t hear my
Footsteps in the Dark
While you’re sleeping…
You can…
And always will
Be able…without
A shadow of a doubt
Trust Me

You’ll know
Every move I make
Have access
To every penny I make
I’m willing
To put my pension
At stake…
And I know it sounds
Intense and it may
Be a bit
Scary…
But I’m putting you
Down as my beneficiary
Cause I
Trust…You…

Life with me
Won’t always be
As lovely as I
Write…
It might get ugly
Sometimes…
It’s always shit
On my mind
You fell in love with
An artist
And I’ll just apologize
Now…
For the neglection
And lack of affection…
Just be my woman
And steer me
In the right direction…
And
Trust Me

I will be a
Woman of my word…
I’ve said it before
And I’m sure you’ve
Heard it a time or two
But I wouldn’t
Dare risk
Losing you…
I would never jeopardize
My lifetime prize
For a moment
Between some other
Woman’s Thighs
No matter how fine
What kind of woman
Would I be?
To have everything
And end up alone and
Empty?
So I beg thee…
On bended knee…
No paper
No ceremony
Just you…and me…
Look me in my eyes
So you can see
You can…
And will always
Be able…without
A shadow of a doubt
Trust…Me

TRUST ME

Billie Simone © 2014

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[POEM] DIRTY BITCH

DIRTY BITCH

She gotta
Dirty Mind
With a
Dirty Mouth…
A Dirty Heart
And She keeps
A Dirty House…
Dirty Car…
Dirty Clothes…
Dirty Pussy…
Dirty Soul…
Just another Dirty Whore
Always looking
For more…
Soon as shit get real
A Dirty Bitch?
Gon’ run for the door…
She’s a liar…
She cheats
Pretends to be
Innocent and clean…
But she’s a Dirty Bitch
And bitches like
Her…get cut from the team…
A hurt bitch won’t scream
She don’t flinch
She don’t holler…
She just finds another
Master…and simply
Replaces her collar…

Billie Simone © 2014

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