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This whole time I wanted to blame her, but I realized that is something that I would never do, Because the only person who is to blame in this mess is you.
“You owe it to me” He says, with a genuine tone “Come with me girl Keep me company Don’t you leave me all alone”   “No”
“You’re nothing but a dirty, nasty female” His words rang in my ear Rang in the air The venom in his tone flooded the classroom
If boys will be boys Then girls will be toys Consistently falling For all of their ploys And allowing their confidence To be destroyed
Although you think we don't care, Just know that we are there, In the shadows, In the corners, We await our moment The moment when we can rise to greatness   You spat on us,
I need a job I need a life I need you   Far from perfect we are born With some of us feeling more privileged than others The one commonality we share is disappointment  
Once upon a time In a sleepy small town Lived a pretty young girl In a pretty blue gown   When one late night
The Princess and the Frog  Once upon a time there was a girl   She heard about a princess who kissed A frog; she imagined her own prince And she fell in love  
The Princess and the Frog  Once upon a time there was a girl   She heard about a princess who kissed A frog; she imagined her own prince And she fell in love  
Wonder rib of manWorthy HumanBeautifully made, that's the woman!    Female childFeminine EleganceOozing intelligence, that's the woman!  
I have dreams too big for this city, ambition that would flood the streets of this town, and an inability to keep my mouth shut when I should.
They say a year can change a person, Let’s try to envision, A pretty princess in her bed, Crying over decisions, Wishin’ a prince would save her in time, From the fiery dragon,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 I am with no limitations We met Played at the swings I didnt want to leave. 8, 9, 10, 11 We kissed not turning back I was in his grip 12, 13, 14, 15
Poetry filled my emptiness and it made it easier to discover myself. Why was I always sensitive? Why was I always falling in love? My life was humorous and strange the way I write about it in my poetries.
A feeling of strength comes from the way I move my hips to luscious sounds, Dropping to my knees to get close to the surface that supports me. Creating waves with a body so gentle and excited.
Anybody got a mat? What do ya mean what for? To wrestle on, of course! Yeah girls wrestle. Are you kidding me? I have seen plenty: The soft yellow State Championship mats,
Why can't I be perfect? With long hair and bright eyes, Why can't I be perfect?  Tight waist with average size everything, Why can't I be perfect? 5'4 in height and all the right curves,
When you are 13 years old, the heat will be turned up too high and the stars will not be in your favor. You will hide behind a bookcase
I am the girl you were warned about. The girl built from fire and stone― The girl who swallows the stars and extinguishes the sun―
 We defend the men we love. He lies; but he tells the truth eventually by action or words.
I am not the first to fight this legacy war, passed down from my mother. I have been drafted unwillingly, underage.   My dad’s friends used to tell him, “Oh, Rich, you’ll have
now is the time they say that women have more liberties more chances more power more more more   but the attitude remains the same we are still second-class citizens  
To heal, must find joy in the little thingsto reveal, must love in many different waysTo be tired, to be alone, that is the solitude that comes as a result of the forgetting to breath sometimes, part.  
Today I take a stand, I take an oath I make a promise, to be the best woman that I can, dignified, untainted, and honest, I will be what God defines me as, instead of a product of my past, so I hold fast to what God says about me, forgetting what
O Jimmy Walters Your eyes shine like the screen of my phone when I get a text Your voice sounds like angels having orgasms And my heart fluttered when you asked me for the answers of last night's homework
Oh, her future burns, Burning bright Like a pyre for god, Burning bright, As her past burns. She is the phoenix.
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