female empowerment
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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.
