a poem for women

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   I am more than a number
See me... That's all I ask, Not for what I have but for who I am. See me as a person, Not as a product, I am not some thing, I am someone. A woman to be precise,
they tell me to stay quiet classy women don't speak loud inside voices you'll enrage the men who are proud   hoping someone would yell for me I stayed silent but it is inevitable 
In the beginning there was void, and God’s spirit moved the water and said “light be”, and the sun was here just as you appeared after I spoke to your existence in a prayer, or was it a dream? And it was revealed to me how your kind came to be
As I play with your tiny toes and teeny hands, I can’t help but think of the future at hand.   These little toes will soon walk, In lands where all kinds of people talk.  
the body of a woman is no place for a man’s pathetic desires.
  She, with elusive fluidity, was  an advocate for all female creatures. Beginning to entertain the idea that women are on this earth
Dear Strong, Powerful, Influential women of the #MeToo movement,   Ladies! Arise and shine for thy light has come The world has given unto you the keys to the kingdom No longer will you be termed “The Reject” 
Dear Jessica, This world will tell you that you aren't qualified. They will express that you aren't good enough. There is nothing wrong with a little pride, and showing kindness doesn't mean you aren't tough.
Dear Standards of Society,   My entire life, I grew up being told to be more feminine. To dress and act like a lady.
  Here’s some advice From a female crowd In OUR eyes, WE have found
Dear my 7 year old self,   I’m sorry that no one came to your rescue when you needed it most, That no one could better prepare you for polite church parties and family gatherings
Pretty woman   Mountains and hills They display with pride, But tromping and staked flags claim And say they never belonged as their own  
Wanna know how many dudes I’ve banged? well sit down take a biopsy of the inner walls of my blood pumper my blood thumper wait what do you see? oh I know little tiny letters that read “we’re sorry for the…”
Choices Maleek Mayers Is it one or is it two? What da hell should I do? In my head rush all these voices, For I got too many damn choices...
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A crash course in love for those with little time and no experience:   Welcome You may not be sure why you’re here After all, ever since we’re young we’re taught love
  We have trembled against men, We have feared the rise of men Yet we continue to shout We shout our rights, We shout our rights to be equal
“goodbyes” from a list of messages never sent.   You told me it was unfair For me to get up and walk away But did you not see
Make me a cup of tea Give me a drop of the sea Race round the world for me Open your eyes to this to see I'm a woman!! I spread good omen I'm a fighter!! Send sparks like firelighter
Kind, sympathetic, understanding, gentle This description was detrimental Because Snow White did not hope to be “fairest of them all”
Once Upon a time, “You really are a funny girl” Is a statement that has followed me my whole life. When I was young my father asked me why I didn’t like to play with the other kids,
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall   Please ignore their sugared stories. Listen to our ancient lore. Don’t speak of happy endings. Not knowing what we bled for.  
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall   Please ignore their sugared stories. Listen to our ancient lore. Don’t speak of happy endings. Not knowing what we bled for.  
She wanted more. She wanted more for herself than just to be an underwater princess. She wanted a life. She needed a normal human life.  She went to make a deal with a witch.
The bed springs creak as the mattress bounces, Faking pleasured noises, I glance up to the sky, A pure white ceiling furnishes my vision, If I squint hard enough, the water stains appear,
It is not just the I am not pretty enough for them, or the it is my fault. It is not only am I not pretty, but I'm fat and actually just plain ugly as well. It is the I can see why they left just look at my mess of a life.
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