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She is pleasing and delicate, Attractive and entertaining. Wind her up. Listen as she sings Her mundane, chilling tune. And watch. Watch as she does her little dance, That stupid little dance.
All of my heroes were housewives Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind
Today I feel griefUnlike any otherMy country has fallen In hands of angry men My mother weeps For whom I do not yet know Perhaps for my brotherWho fought for change But couldn’t bring it
hot summer sunrays a flower growing between cracked cement   behind an abandoned house after the animal activist event   he ravaged my body and took my innocence   only sixteen, 
You need to act more lady-like. Your posture is bad, sit up straight. Cross your legs when you sit.   Never kiss a man on the first date, 
MAGIC CARPET RIDE   Come hear my heart Let the sound take you away Feel the melted kiss from yesterday....   Like a floating feather On a magic carpet ride Together
I first learned what it was like to be a woman  When I was 10 And the men who were supposed to be my mentors My teachers  My figures  My preacher
I am enough But sometimes I don’t realize that  My imperfections define who I am And often I may think that  My body isn’t perfect 
IN MY DREAM   The clothes hanging on my line Are not mine Where have I been Lost again In my dream A floating stream   None of the things belong to me Not that I can see
I had my first menstrual cycle at 13 And i have spent my whole life hearing About the gifts of womanhood So answer this Why am i awake late into the night
MY NATURAL HIGH   She's my natural high My red carpet ride To another world Alone with me ....   The wind       that ruffles her hair And the rain
NIGHT WALK   I want to walk with you at night.  Where you walk alone in the morning light.  When the rising sun pushes away the moon. Where you walk six hours before noon ....   
LIKE A SUMMER BREEZE   Walking with a cane You came into my lane. Jumbled my ways My nights became days.   I’ve felt this breeze before I thought. For sure! 
MR. WOO   You flew your heart true In the sky aboveWith your last love. Mr. Woo ....   
OUT OF TOUCH    You're feeling bad  Out of touch .... aren't you girl?  Life has taken you on a whirl Don't let it steal your joy You're not in anyone's employ....  
YOU SAY   You say ... only time will tell.  I say ... I want to hear your heart's bell.  I don’t need you.   But my heart wants to.   My soul does not need you. 
BONNIE and CLYDE   The clock passed the covid curfew And I'm still with you. On stolen time  Trying to see new love rhyme.  We are Bonnie and Clyde Lovers on the hide.
ON A SWING   In the morning when the sun clicks on       and she gives a sighAt the last evening star dancing       in the pale blue skyThat's when I dream Of her and me On a swing.... 
VULNERABILITY    It’s a marvelous sight  to open the curtain and give the stage to vulnerability  with her sweet rage  she's the sister of love  so free
ARTS GARAGE     I loved each moment   At Arts Garage   A blues music barrage   Then walking the street at large...        Your touch   Your smile   And for a little while  
LAY WITH LOVE   All I want to do Is make love to you With poetryWith musicAnd a caress or two  That boils your heart   A dreamy kiss  That melts like butter in sun
BEING MY REAL  What matters now is how I feel  and being my real.....   I am drifting on my boat and you're on shore  Waving to me.. shouting.. "give me more" 
IT FLOWS THROUGH ME  The rising sun kisses the day  The breeze flows to me  It has something to say ....   It ruffles my hair I wonder what is to be What we will discover
Gypsy Queen. On me leanBe my Gypsy Lover....  The song you sing Makes love swing So play away To my heart each day And be my Gypsy lover....   To the wind I will sing:
MELTED KISS   That night We danced tight To the rhythms of the floor Wanting the band to play more At Club Colette  With the beach jet set....   It was so so right
TABLE 26   I must sayYou were lovely today With laughter of fun  I long the return of your sun And to play  With Your smile of wonder  And dance with you Untill dawn at six 
EVERY MOVE   I’m free to love. Let me be free. A free lover. To All of you.    If you need me Call my name. If you want me You can do the same.   
SHOOTING STAR   Shooting star Yet so farDancing on       the ocean breezeSoundless musicPlays on      let it burn with ease That's what it does.... 
YOU, ME and THE SEA   The wind carried the ocean’s voice to me she whispered:         “Come to me my lover         I hear you love another         Bring her to me
IT’S ALL ABOUT LOVE     Did you feel the rain?  The pictures and words  that floated by tonight...    Did you listen To the rain?  That tapped your shoulder 
AND WE FOUND ALL THAT   I know agony. I know victory. I thought I knew love...   My nights sleeping with shadows       of empty arms. And lonely dreams 
MY HEART FLIES   My heart flies to you No one in the world Moves me like you do..   Wings to lift my heart When we are apart Until I'm in your arms Once again And then...
LOVE TELLS NO LIES Tell me what it's like To see a sad man From inside your eyes...   Do we know How to say I am sorry Not to worry....   Show me the way....  
BUTTERFLIES AND SWEET DREAMS   A moment together filled with butterflies and sweet dreams. Like the dark wind of the night, You left the poet in my heart wanting As you sang your song...  
THE MUSIC OF MY HEART   I heard the kiss you blew my way.  It brought me to you.  This lover's play ...   All through the morning rain I gaze and say. 
A LOVER'S NOTION   How could you knowI miss you so....   We've been apartImprisoned by disdainListen to my heartLet it explain....  
JULY 12   Twenty weeks ago In a boat on a floating cloud With marmalade trees and Milky Way skies Nothing but real allowedOnly natural highs....  
A woman has rights, But I’m told it’s her choice if she dies on the table, Surgical steel stabbed through the womb, Bleeding out, bleeding death, Bleeding money.   A woman has rights,
Lately I have realized something about myself that I never have before, And I wish it hadn't taken me long to realize that when one closes, there is always another door.
They ask my why I believe in God  When God doesn’t do shit  When God is not there when young men become refugees of war When children’s bodies shrivel up from starvation 
There are moments when I feel the injustice to my gender more prominently    When I am told in my job orientation that my attire is restricted for the men’s comfortability   
Who left the tap on? When his building storm spills out,She is made to carry the overflow He refuses to call a plumberAnd there’s only so much flooding this room can take
I used to believe that this world was fair  That equality was everywhere, didn’t know it was rare  I was naive to believe that people are good 
Confused, unbalanced, scared -- The control is gone - What is my fare?   Milestone hit -- little achieved. What to do - where to go...  Define passion... define relieved...  
Confused, unbalanced, scared -- The control is gone - What is my fare?   Milestone hit -- little achieved. What to do - where to go...  Define passion... define relieved...  
Like schroedingers cat The tank top strap you’re looking at  Wondering if it’s a bra or something far less scandalous Is simultaneously both
To be clear I am queer. Not yet safe, Not yet free. When I see people stand for their rights, It inspires me to fight. Fight for a better future for everyone in need.
She speaks to me in seafoam.  Born beautiful, she kissed my eyelids and gave me her love of everything.  Her fingertips are callused from centuries of knotting heartstrings. 
When I was around sixteen, I became hyper aware of how the boys my age categorized the girls around them.The ones they found attractive were worthy of attention, the others... not so much.
Alright, sweetheart. What’s this about acting the victim, Again? Your dress is stained, my dear, And your hair a rat’s nest. 
don’t look at me like that  as if you felt what i felt  don’t try to empathize  to make yourself feel better and then ignore me when i’m falling apart     don’t come near or look into my eyes 
  C-o-l-l-e-e-nI’d sound out the letters when I’d write them Tiny hand flexed ungracefully around a crayon. Words, form from bold strokes.
Watching reflections chased down walkways As it’s cold and rainy on a day like today When normally the mood would be ruined But somehow - the reflection turns up the spirit
The butterflies wings flutter The volume of a helicopter The knife fell from the butter Clank on the kitchen floor She only wants her Mother
O, Father you are a great planter  You’ve planted my seed in this island  and watched me grow into a tree
“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
I know I’m beautiful. The compliments are nice…  But not new. Not meaningful. Not unique. You told me I was wearing a nice shirt-
You determine my worth from the length of my skirt You shame me for my femininty my worth is my own, my power is my sexuality you're afraid of the power we hold because under all the folds you can see our strength
She was born of woman as a word, swaddled in question marks but cooed with answers - statements of soothing reassurance
I wear lightning strikes on my hips and thighs as battle scars to remind me who I am, and what I have overcome.
She saw beauty in your scars and wickedness in your eyes. She found a certain side of you that danced with the demons at her side. She called them friend yet kept them from you, for the darkness was to brutal to be subdued.
Rape Culture I was raped. He took it all away. And what could Athena do? I do not blame her. She gave me power.
If Medusa was a modern-day woman, I imagine she would be a part of the MeToo movement.  
We weren't singing for you We aren’t posting for you You call us vane? Yet you picture us this way  In your mind Made us look at ourselves like 
Her intestines have been tied into bows  By the twisted ways of Poseidon.    They decorate her like we do the dead, And she is a skeleton waiting for dressing.   
They all ask, so go ahead.  She always knows it's coming.   "How does it feel?" It's always snickered, under breath. Like the brittle bones of their cowardice
Her goal was to make a change in the world  To influence politics and government She was Athena  Number 1 in her class President of the Debate team
my hair used to be my most prized possession (so i cut it shoulder-length and dyed it black) as were my dignity and worth, but right now 
Deborah Sampson, you have a courage That we look at now with admiration I would have done the same If they won't let us fight as ourselves We will fight as them I think it would have been glory
When we have gone through something traumatic like a guy trying to get in our pants when we are not wanting it  Or we are assaulted or in an abusive relationship
No more swooshes on black bands a powerful woman, once forgotten she is feared by men of all lands Srong, glowing, winner fast, competitive, sinner VICTORY emblazoned on her back
according to myth, the gorgon was not always a monster until the day she and the god of the sea were caught together on Athena’s sacred grounds
1. When I was a child, I thought my hair a leash, an agony, a nest for rats, so I took up my scissors to hack and slice and cut until it was gone.
Her skin is the ebony of tree bark, Her hair and her uniform are both writhing shades of blue,
for millenia her kind were treated as serpents, always hiding, scheming, "witches" they cried for centuries. always eternal was medusa, watching from shadows cast upon her everglowing face.  
Feminist or Feminazi?  No one knows the answer.  For the truth is, no one bothered to look any deeper. Instead, they look at her and smirk and sneer in disgust, Unaware of her stature as a high-ranking goddess. 
Artemis  doesn’t actually care if you’re celibate.   She protects virgin girls, yes, but also women (and men)
poemdon't try to hold me down, i never asked for thatbiology meets ontology and now i'm seeing something sinister in that luminous, magnetic gleam in those eyes.
hey girls listen close i have something to tell you    you don’t need a man to be worthy  just in case you didn’t hear me
Try When I was a child I was innocent I was free as the leaves I chased I was living in wonder. but Childhood leaves us.
I don’t want to write just another feminist poem but here I am, writing just another feminist poem But I don’t want to be here writing just another feminist poem or even a feminist poem
0 degrees: When you are born a girl pink is your life. Your shoes, your dress, your hair bow. It's a pretty cool color.   90 degrees:
It's funny how These days Kids jump into "I love You"s  Like they jump into cold, glistening pools during California Summers
When I got on my knees for church And asked who am I doing this for? When I watched a man die on the street And wondered why anyone need be poor? When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead
You say I’m hysterical because I fear the uncontrollable, the fallible I cry for those struggling and crumbling I panic under stress, becoming a mess
When I was 9, my parents separated, to be divorced 4 years later after strung out custody hearings and he said/she said bullshit in avoidance of signing one simple document.For the entire month of May that year, I did not see my mother.
feminism /ˈfeməˌnizəm/ noun
The past three years have been the hardest strongest most vulnerable time of my life. 2016 granny died suddenly, stage 4 pancreatic cancer two weeks, three days, gone. 
I gazed at the ocean, just to see your face. Shift the tides with a smile, the definition of grace, Do even you know what's behind the mask you where? Or are you a victim of your own existential dispair?  
Something new or that one thing daily Nobody can ever guess what the day will hold As humans we can either stay to what we know
Something new or that one thing daily Nobody can ever guess what the day will hold As humans we can either stay to what we know
i’ve seen people in my own mirrors come and go like seasons   and just like summer  soaks up the heat of spring,
In a stereotypical patriarchal society,  I would soon have wifely duties and keep my mouth shut.  How boring.    "Your poor boyfriend," they say because I remind him, in the future,
Mid-January is the silent time. This time all printed words have ignored. This day the whole of them fall quiet.   They dare not to speak of the dead ones, Or of poverty-stricken women,
I became a real waitress  when I started moving through tables with my hips leaning over the table without spilling.    At night, men tumble out of pick-up trucks. From across the parking lot, I hold
Theseus’s paradox raises the question If a ship’s parts are replaced as they rot One by one, until all of the parts are new, Is it the same ship?  
And what else do you expect her to endure? The mountains she climbed Wasn't enough for you to ensure? The burden she bore, The mask of happiness she wore,
Of course You're a good person.   You only lied to me Because you only wanted me to
red faced offender... whistle toned disrespect stapled to my thighs,, left from before,, no, this is not your invite.
How to be pretty if you are unfortunate with your looks; a WikiHow Be realistic, are you “ugly” or just simply average? Average is normal
To the women in my family,
Isn't it odd that I consider myself lucky That no unwanted man has ever put his grubby hands on me?   This is not about luck though, or the clothes I've been wearing
I am of a white sun against a blue sky, and a blue star against a white expanse. My body is a legacy that spans centuries, continents, cultures, and creeds, sustained by lo mein and latkes alike.
Doves fly high in the sky So you too have chosen to fly  With light bouncing off of your back To be or not to be         an eye catching feather         an accomplishment The one bees fly in the rain
These are my daughters of a broken heart.  
Wombs.  It’s where we all come from And it would be wise to  Respect Them. Too many times It’s taken upon Men To neglect  Them. Degrade them. And even
It really breaks my heart To see that we made it this far But nevertheless they’re here And they want the progress to disappear It is stunning in the wrong way They don’t leave us space to have a say
giver of birth and the reason of me you sacrificed your hunger so i could feed off of your breast you gave up sleep so i could have mine oh how i wish i could remember your face
CORNEA. it is the Fourth of July and I am sixteen years old.
Statue Pure and white Immortal in her fright Carved by a man Defiled by one too The horror of a woman Is multiplied when considering  His manipulation
In her tattered notebook,  She finds solace.  The yellowing crinkled pages aboard a vessel, tucked away behind a cabin door.  Much like herself, the faded treasures she hides have yet to wash ashore. 
the body of a woman is no place for a man’s pathetic desires.
“Do you think you can forgive me?”   He asked me this while there was still blood between my teeth.  He asked me this while I held my own right thumb, because
Fuck me Ass Kicking Pumps   I once read a poem about shoes; that one shouldn't wear fuck me pumps but rather combat boots to stomp all over the patriarchy.   But I disagree.  
I wanna be badly behaved if i still have a soul then I don't want it saved  
I am 12 years old Im sitting in my sixth grade science class During our health unit And giggling with my friends About the “magical” goings-on
 My manShe's a manA man, the one who puts food on the plates, Pays the bills and stillShe makes sure everyone ate she’s a man A man, to work all day and rest at home, Takes on those dutiesyet continues to assure you that you own that thrown  A wo-
My heart moves like a battalion riding into battle I can feel every one of my muscles yelling at me Like the other side of a frozen lake, coy fish straining in the water
To see the world as a series of comparisons Grass like a bent straw Sky, the color of the walls of my room To see the walls and see only the candy coating Of childhood Easter Hunting for candy with my sister
Your tiny hands in your father's palms you know he will never let go You can never doubt a father's love Until another man takes your hand  Until another man tell you they are not liek the rest
You water me with your reassurance You made me feel beautiful You dowzed me with sun You forgot to water me  You left me to welt You told me I was pretty  Yet you left me out to welt
I made one joke about periods, And you said you didn't want to hear that stuff. Said it made you uncomfortable. Why should I care? Shall I listen like you did, When I asked you not to make rape jokes?
Why am I the easy one when you too, were in the act? Why does my vagina limit me, to every single terrible thing just associated with sex? Why can’t a girl want sex, and not be a hoe? But he can want sex and get cheers?
I stand my head held high My pride not tarnished Gay, straight, black, white, rich, poor We are women We don't need the approval of men We don't need the snarky comments
to the girls who deserve better,cute boy smiles at youcute boy touches your handjust a brushjust one f
to You--   if You look out onto that manhattan skyline and You imagined that You You were God, gliding
to You--   if You look out onto that manhattan skyline and You imagined that You You were God, gliding
Warning! Woman on the loose:broken free, rank with sweat, blood on her chest. She’s gone wild, riled at the stench, cloaked in the gore of her own sex.  
Man is great 
Man is great 
The first time I was catcalled I was 14 years old, wide-eyed and terrifiedRiding my bike home in the cold,My suburban oasis was merely a mirage
Dear Womanhood, Thank you for your strength For teaching me to hold my head high For giving me the will to fight   Dear Womanhood, You have made me cry
Talking. Talking is hard. Breathing, eating, sleeping.  It all seems hard. From the time I was a young girl to now, everything has been hard. Exspressing my feelings is hard but I have a dream.
we are people, not objects or products, not apologies or excusesoften dehumanized and abused, as if we are not your sisters, mothers and daughtersmen have the audacity to mistreat
I know you weren't built for me, but  Damn, Can you give me a bone? I was born with not one, not two, but three minority identifiers: Black, female, bisexual. Thank goodness I believe in the one,
Je suis une femmeA strong one at leastOne that laughsOne that criesOne that screamsOne that diesMorbid, gruesome, secretiveA box of many charms
God, our mother, my mother, When you formed me, incubated me Was I apart of your being did you speak in my voice as I sometimes speak in yours?
how dare women have confidence How dare women enjoy  dominating men in the bed room,  giving an endless faith to Herself. That girl you call easy? She goes home with any guy because
I’m a woman, and I am angry.   I am angry that I have to do more, Learn more, Pay more, Work more, Take more.  
I’m a woman, and I am angry.   I am angry that I have to do more, Learn more, Pay more, Work more, Take more.  
Sleep around player. Don’t be a pussy. Grab her by the pussy.   My legs are shut, Crossed, And locked with my chastity belt.
Dear society, Thank you for being such a great friend. Thank you for telling women that they are worthless unless they have double-d breasts and wear a size zero. Thank you for telling African Americans that they are only beautiful when they don w
Dear young women,   One day, you'll have your hair pulled by a boy and You'll hear your grandpa tell you he just has a crush on you, That he's just a boy, so what else could you expect?  
This is to fight back, not violently but gradually  in the streets to meet the justice they deserve, with fists tight and high, as high as skyscrapers and as low as the streets;
Smooth skin, made up face, forced smile. Perfect body. Why should I conform to society's standards? My leg hair has grown, my face is bare, my smile is natural. My body is imperfect. And I love it.
Pinch my windpipe shut.   If air doesn't go in, sound doesn't come out. 
If the illusion that I, born with the same number of vertebrae as you were, have somehow grown up to shrink down,half of what is your ribcage being my entire endoskeleton; that men grow up raw and sweet, like the water from the youngest streams, m
I grew up calling my vagina a 'chhee-chhee' ('Chee' being a Hindi interjection for 'disgust') Honestly,my vagina wasn't that bad a stuff, But,my mum taught me that, So,it got to be correct
The world today is at war. People screaming for more- More peace, more love, more reaching for the stars above. No more war, no more lies, no more spit in our people's eyes.  
I think it is, without a doubt, a necessity that you shut your mouth. I’m made of time, it’s how we grow, So why not just take it slow?  
He knelt down on one knee for you Eyes to yours, hand in his pocket Your gaze jumping everywhere except for his Your chest dropped to your stomach, thoughts becoming silent prayers
To the boys who don't believe in feminism I want to take you on a journey So close your eyes And I'll open them for you  
Extraordinary   Picture a first generation girl. Her parents, never finished high school. Her older brother, spent the first 8 years of his life without seeing his father
Girls are meant to be the assistant in a magic show Better seen not heard We should appear and disappear like the bunny out of your hat or the dove from your cloak. We have to change into whatever you want...
The powerful women leap with joy over  the painted and indelible story they killed quietly with the eve of everything true. In unconventional status, they talk of a paradise for triumph,
Pretty Skinny Perfect words that society chooses for us   You say I run like a girl, scream like a girl,
Pretty Skinny Perfect words that society chooses for us   You say I run like a girl, scream like a girl,
    Dear Girl They will be tiring  They will ask you to accumulate layer after layer  As if a snow storm were brewing on the horizon
They say that love always wins, but sometimes I can't be sure. I want to believe the world can be a safe place for me,  but when I'm downtown for open mic, it's always: Check your skirt length.
Do I need feminism? Well personally no. Let me tell you why... I don't need feminism because I have choices. I can go to college and  major in any field I want. From Education to Engineering. 
Aurora is the definition of beauty- skinny and p-r-e-t-t-y. Who needs a personality when men will fall for your appearance?   Ariel is selfless and brave.
Six thousand five hundred and seventy days. In this tower, Pacing the floors, Memorizing the walls, Alone, For six thousand five hundred and seventy days.   Gothel is fond of books.
We all know the story of Cinderella Snuck out, lost a shoe and met a fella They change the story as time went by But I have the non-fiction, refreshing lines She did sneak out, she lost the heel,
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs They were female, with legs like twigs They disobeyed the social construct Sexism: from their lives it was plucked
Once upon a fairy tale A princess kissed a stranger She didn't quite know who he was; Only that he'd saved her.  He climbed the tallest tower While the dragon slept nearby
You know...... It's f*cked up when you realize that every adjective that describes you has to be justified and equalized through a movement. From women's rights, to civil rights, and gay rights,
The Beast was mean, but then he turned kind. I came clean, I wanted him to be mine. Happily ever after, you say? Maybe so. But each and every day, I wonder if I should have said no.
What if Aurora didn't want to be in love,what if she fell "asleep" to avoid,the pain of the pressure from her surperiors above
Once upon a time When knights in armor shined There waited a young princess Who had many hobbies and interests Yet at the very thought of marriage, she felt herself grow distant  
tiana didn't ask for a prince she was an entrepeneur she didn't ask for her best friend to be a rich white girl but she took it with grace she wasn't supposed to turn into a frog 
Out of her stepmother's house she went, because self care is important. She never really needed anyone anyway, but the guy from the last ball keeps calling her name. She finds her own apartment, 
  Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside. And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.  
  Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside. And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.  
Once upon a time there was a story that was left untold Where the wicked queen was even more wicked and had somewhat happy life, She let the rain fall, and let the witch come
Your voice is one of the most powerful instruments you are born with, It has both ended wars and started them all with a flick of a tongue. It conveys our emotions and sings our songs.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a beautiful princess whose name was Aurora. Her hair as golden as sunshine on a sunflower, lips as red as the red rose,
Their hands intertwined, eyes locked, lips magnetize, claiming intimacy.But his clever lines don't tamper with her pastUnless he's eager to ask"How many boyfriends have you had?"
in a better world Red could walk through the woods on her own, (or, if she was black and male and) hooded, without fear of wolves/men; the things that creep in the shadows. 
Dear feminists.   I'm sorry for your losses, you tried hard. But despite all your efforts to rule the world, you are still a slave. Just like me. Every black man, white man, and woman of every race.
The young man approached Lips parting like petals His eyes shining like medals He pressed his mouth against hers in a moment of cool triumph. True love’s eternal promise whispered in his ear,
once upon a time, a time in the distant. a time for the future. a time too far out of reach for the princess of today. we are the the warriors, the godesses.  the nuturers, the consultants,
  She can always see her princess-perfect heart shaped face in the window Doe eyes just big enough to weigh down the organ she pretends is still her heart
The scene always opens with a girl in rags On the floor Tired and overworked Exhausted and sore. The archetype who deserves so much more.
Do not call her beautiful Instead Call her powerful Call her loyal Describe the pleasant ache You get in your cheeks
my body might not be strong enough to be a shield but my mind is undeniably a sword my voice summons me to the forefront and the world is my battlefield—
Why can’t a woman be a man? And why can’t a man be a woman?   Generations have passed and nothing is subdued.
The W(a)(e)ighting Game   Wait or weight  Which will I choose  Shall I choose to wait while my Prince Battles a Dragon’s fumes
Once upon a time, In a land obviously far, far away, There was another princess crying, because her mom was taken away.   I mean come on Disney,
I think it is safe to say we, the girls and women, of this millennial are powerful. We shout and protest to change the world. The silent ones, subdued are just as powerful, with all the oppression they endure.
Our country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, To you I sing; White men signing abortion laws That kill women for no cause Can you not see your flaws?  Let freedom ring  
America the great The beautiful The selfish The blind The ignorant When will you realize that women are much more More than
America the free, America the brave America where I am looked down upon for the cadence of my name America where my people are slaughtered in the streets America where murderers with a badge walk free
Your ribs are screaming at the surface of your skin, your spine like jagged mountains splitting your back The light in your eyes is hidden behind a film of cigarette smoke and sadness
Dear America, You suck Opening statement: 'you suck' The common phrase of common folk; terrible I have severe chronic depression, insomnia, social anxiety, and yes, I identify as a pansexual
part one: IAMIAMIAM, or Is this how you think? I am trying to understand   1.1: the moderate   I dressed my baby!*
'Merica Is the old man who stopped and turned To snarl at my mothers beige skin In the dairy aisle without shame It is the voice in my head saying  I'll never be able to hold my girlfriends hand 
When was the last time a young girl wasn’t dress-coded or sexualized just because it was 85 degrees outside? When was the last time an immigrant earned enough money from one job to support their family?
I didn’t hear the word “black” used to describe my fellow classmate, until third grade. Kids joked innocently and said that I was “yellow.” Confused,
 Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think The American Dream may be corrupted Not what it used to be When we once dreamt of being free For some in America
We the people Are the future of this country. We have reached an age Beyond which the future is unclear. So, as much as we can,
  You say I am a woman, I am not fit to rule, But I have been ruling over this kingdom As long as I’ve been alive.
One day I will make you proud I will make all your dreams come true I will channel back into the younger me Who wasn't afraid of anyone or anything Even though I am still fearless I fear some things
Oh, can you see? The protestors in the early light So proudly we march To regain our stolen rights   Rainbow stripes and loud cries Break the silence of the day Throughout the world we marched
We have a world to win So stand up with pride Without women the world would collapse from the broken stilts on which it stands  
Each day you wake up  and each day the pledge is heard some stand up and put their hand on their hearts but others stay seated For is it really true? One nation under god with liberty and ¨Justice¨ for all
I was told as a kidthat I was born in the best country.The strongest, the bravest,the hero of every story.
We are praised for being independent, strong willed, and educated But when we rise to fight for the rights of others, told: “Don’t go burning your bra”
The heterosexual white men of our country are blinded with their star-spangled eyes, As the rest of us become motivated and brave. Yes, this may be the “land of the free”,
we are america the brave   do you see us?   we are here feet pressed firmly into american soil and we will not back down these are my sisters and my brothers 
“Grab them by the p***y” Is that all women are to the president? Something to be groped and violated?
Fade up lights 2 and 3! We want to have a general wash on the poverty, So the audience can see but not truly see the details of The decaying clothes and caved in stomachs and
America made me, half believing in my dreams half knowing I would have to fight for my life battling the words meant to kill me, giants spitting words 
Don’t tell me what I am meant to wantDon’t limit me to your brain’s capacitySociety was only made to flauntthe very flaws within societyA culture built on fear and hateWhat other outcome could be in store?A woman’s job is it sit and waitAny more t
I sit on the living room floor and eat a bowl of unhealthily saccharine breakfast food at 6:33, ante meridiem.
This year I learned that my body didn’t belong to me and that sexuality didn’t matter because men who thought they owned me decided that I didn’t matter.   Girls around me aching
mommy,you told me i was made ofthe galaxyand its brightest stars.then why did grandpa frown upon my sightand make us sit at another table?
I am A woman Belittled Degraded Insignificant The consequences of my Gender   I watch white wealthy middle-aged men in stiff suits pick and chose
These streetlights, overhead bus lights, flashing alley bulbs, The flickering, the only light of holy left here. Churches keep their doors shut, Eyes, the only thing illuminated without lights on,
A year ago I would drop pioson in every drink  I would lock myself in a tall tower I would  stab myself in the back I was shocked everytime it bled No one teaches you how to stop hurting yourself
My body is the house I grew up in, how dare I try to tear it down to the ground.
Women are taught from the day we are tiny bundles in our mother’s arms that our bodies are nothing but pocket change for man to squander. “Don’t talk too loudly. Don’t hunch your shoulders.
As I sat in my world history class the words, “change and continuity over time” played in my head like a broken record.
Womanhood -- Coming up in me, about to burst like a hot spring. When you're told, told all of the time that you can't -- That you can't shatter or break out of that "bell jar". 
Hell Yeah! I have thunder thighs, And you better believe I have lightning to go with them: Purple and white zig-zags flashing across my upper legs, stomach, and butt. My torso is formed by soft rolling hills-
You'll sit on a friend's chair, hands fumbling in your lap as bright red tresses float down Like leaves in autumn. When you look in the mirror you might skim a hand over your head,
I truly believe that every human on this Earth is born with a desire to save the world, and somewhere along the way, we realize that this world does not want to be saved.
  You can’t play footsies with combat boots   Thick like your thighs Heavy like your body
There are minimal downsides to being a Poet, But one of the few is that it's difficult to simultaneously be One As well as the girl you want me to be.   It's difficult becuase we'll be in English class,
I'm angry I have no idea why the fuck why, but if I did, I'd do something about it I'm angry If I knew why the hell I was angry I'd tell you. But I don't, so I won't, because I can't I'm angry
“Women these days think they Can do whatever they want with their bodies- That is false.”Said my community preacher:
“Women these days think they Can do whatever they want with their bodies- That is false.”Said my community preacher:
“Women these days think they Can do whatever they want with their bodies- That is false.”Said my community preacher:
Change, defined as that of growth and maturity within ones self, change is when you can go outside and feel as though you're strong enough to face the world...I wish I changed, I wish I changed to understand the difference from right to wrong, lef
Intricate colors, soft to the touch Hair, only tangled in two places Smear on minerals, doesn't mean much Painting smiles on various faces
From conception, we spend the next nine months wrapped in a cocoon of our mother's protection.   Our cells come together to form
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still prevails. I am sweaty and panting. My legs are sprawled open.
I was born this way.And because I was born this way, I was given a keyboard.Every child gets one.My keyboard has about 88 keys.Maybe less. Maybe more.It just depends on what you see when you look out the window.
Look at those lines on him.What are you talking about? Those are not lines.Look at those lines on him, oh no.He cannot have lines.Look at those lines on him!He will be fine.
At age 5 I heard that 'boys will be boys' I learned that boys had more privileges than I because they were luckily born into it At age 10 my mother told me to act proper, say your please and thank you's, don't speak out
How would it feel if you put your bloodsweatandtears into advancing the world And no one knew your name No one knew how hard you tried
I stroke my phalic rudder  And pretend  It is in fact a physical extension  The hard sex of phantom me  And penetrate my lovers starfish kiss  With deep grind  And enjoy the motion of my masculinity  I wear this side of me  Extending proud  Throug
I have hair on my legs, under my arms, and on my crotch, But I do not consider it to be any different than the hair on my head.
Tampons. Tampons are s e c r e t. Be quiet, honey, be  Quiet, now.   Where are the tampons?   NO, child.   You must say 'feminine products'. To make it less
Satisfaction guaranteed To men women only please We work and slave Each day and night Not to ours, but men's delight They cat-call us to gain more recruits Join the parade, bring forth your use
With grace, You demolish preconceived notions of what a woman is or can be.
It is boys like you who consciously Brainwash girls And preach how “natural” is better And overly sexualize her body as if they weren’t a breathing human
Modern madness mashes with my malten mind, How did we find these pictures in which we confide? Give me love, Not lessons where you lied. No wonder our children cower and hide.  
"Yes, hello teacher, I hope your summer's been fine. No, I did not find the homework to be all that challenging." I'll try to make pleasant conversation as I sit here on my knees, uncomfortably watching
I am not bubblegum You keep thinking you can just chew me as long as you want But I burn your tongue and dissolve  So you reach for new sticks wondering what's going wrong
“your fingertips are dragonflies”   A dragonfly perched on my shoulder And crawled up my neck   I didn’t notice.   I sipped lemonade,
When I look at my reflection I see me My whole  - dark eyes like  a shimmering sea I see a girl when I look at me   When I look at the news
  To the boys who feel disgusted by women on their periods and the young ladies who fear womanhood because of it. Here’s a sneak peak into our leak week:   Period 1: AP U.S. History
That moment, where words from my mind Flow through my hand and into my pen That moment, when all of the thoughts Become organized, and no longer scream Are you listening?! Can you hear me... Do you even care?
Women in the Web by Kari Barge   Things have changed We may not be burned at the stake But we are forced to fake…
feminism helps me describe with the anger<br> i have felt for so long but could not put into words <br> feminism helps me understand why others slut shame me <br>
Fifteen years old, You finally can fill a training bra.   The boy behind you in class whispers,
You were a child  who didn't belong in one place or the other. How could you respond to the taunts that still haunt your deep thoughts? Between the father that hurt you  and the mother that gave you up
Your actions are suppressive. Your words are condescending. When you speak, you reprimand. Your lectures are never ending.                                    You ask for the truth and I tell you,
I walk along, head held high, No single man can touch my pride. I am alone, but my heart is full, Not a single moment I feel dull. It was not always like this, I used to hate myself and diss
to say that i’m “distracted” would be an understatement   the way yonder shoulder radiates, the opaline flesh revealed; a testament to the raw fertility of the deltoid;
You are a man. You are a man that with a woman created a family, but also destroyed it.   You are a father. You are a father who helped us learned to play sports, but cared more to be the "all-star" yourself.
flowers don't grow among thistles the ones that do don't survive they're choked out by a tale of mice and men   flowers don't grow among thorns they grow with them and become them
Don't hate the girl in the looking-glass what has she done to you?   She's done nothing but try to take care of you.   Don't pick apart her flaws She made them up for you.  
when you left me I killed a spider crawling down my walls screaming at a friend that now I have to be strong as I crossed the gap into her universe   before you left me you killed
Tell her that the way her bones stick out from her body is sexy Explain to her that you don’t like “big girls” Tell her that the gap in her thighs
From a young age, we female-bodied people are taught many things:   That our worth will not depend on who we are inside, but instead on The size of our waists,
People will say that women today have no freedom But this goes far back For the times have not changed We've only taken steps back. Women no matter their race are always paid less But it seems we're only nice
"you only pick the goods from her remains, because it's only a persistence 
Teacup. Clarinet. Napkin. The places I leave my mark define me. If I want to put my stain on the inside of a football helmet, LET ME.
I wore a t shirt that read SCHOOL SUCKS last week to school. My teacher however did not like it so he asks me something along the lines of "Why exactly does school suck?" And in a attempt to respond I think. "How ironic of me...
It's an echo of society it instills this insecurity  and encourages us to fade into obscurity to accept medicority lest we be criticized  to refuse idolization a compliment little more than
Some are made to be mothers, Some are made to be wives. I was made to mount the air, And live a thousand lives.   What is that I hear, In the wind's lusty song? 'Tis the moon calling my name,
Dear class, Welcome to 2016. where we’ve had someone walk on the moon and a black president but still haven’t completely wiped the dust from the word
I can’t live without feminism, Feminism, because it powers the ideology of organizations like Girls Who Code Without which I likely wouldn’t have studied Computer Science
I can’t live without feminism, Feminism, because it powers the ideology of organizations like Girls Who Code Without which I likely wouldn’t have studied Computer Science
This is a poem that my friend, Veronica, and I wrote. Hope you enjoy! Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. (:     Thick   You called me that Tonight. I opened myself up
i do not have the might to gather my makeshift wings of paper maché and tacky glue and leave this cardboard labyrinth with one entrance because the minotaur is my only friend here and i am not your drowning icarus.
In elementary school they teach you three basic rules: 1.      Be honest 2.      Don’t steal 3.      Respect others
fun fact: the daughters of the south asian diaspora have some of the highest suicide rates in the united states of america.
I need feminism because I shouldn't have to be afraid to walk at night. I shouldn't have to cross the street when I see a group of men. I shouldn't have a paranoia of being raped when I take the train.I shouldn't have to dress a certain way to not
Dear boys:   We have a problem.  
I need a different kind of love story... Okay, so here's the synopsis:   A girl meets a boy And then questions her self worth When he looks her up and down And his eyes pause on her short skirt
I wish my culture would teach men to accept rejection. To stop showing up drunk to partiesand grabbing the arms of frightened women who are too afraid to say no.
Even when I close my eyes, I can still see the fists wildly being thrashed at me Even when I cover my ears, I can still hear the spits of insults and names being flung at me Even when I touch my skin
I am many things: a feminist, an activist, a straight-A student, an aspiring actress, a talented employee. These are the things that I label as part of me. 
It simply doesn’t add up, The world we live is the one and only Earth For we shall be side by side To strive for equality Nor be look down by gender
"It's only nature," he says, As he waters the vines That slowly wrap around you Blinding, constricting, smothering Your ripped clothes tangled in the roots. "Don't question what is natural," he says.
Give me your respect; I am a woman! Even my shadow is a projection worthy of praise. I have a story in my heart and you WILL listen.
Gina Napolitano Cotton   Your crosses are covered in blood. Not the blood of Christ, But the blood that oozes from brown skin.
this depicts no race can you tell my skin color? my ethnicity? we are all one as a female population. the same ovaries. the same cervix. the same uterus.
Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political and economic equality of the sexes. Could it be any more obvious that we still live in a patriarchal world when feminism is a bad word?
When I was 9 years old, I came home from school one day confused by a question a classmate had asked me.
i’m trying to find the balancebetween female anatomy and unbalanced brain chemicalsmales gazes and straight jackets internalized, holding hands, squeezing out my sanityi do not know how to properly
i’m beautifulbecause i demolish my poltergeistswith syllables that pulse under my skin,a crescendo of the ivory keyswhen the tempo is accelerando;because i can and willopen your cranium
Hi! I’m a fan. Or should I say, I am a breathing sex toy, screaming ATM machine, teeny-bopper obsessive drama queen? I am nothing! What’s funny is talking about celebrity culture—
The voice within me is old. And I know her now. I've always known her, because she is me, as much as I am her.   I remember, a time in September, under a tree
I need feminism because our oppression isn’t real because at least we can vote because the wage gap or lack of control over our own goddam bodies cannot be oppression
"Make me a sandwich." Well, I would rather not. "Cover up, slut." Umm... no. "You throw like a girl." If you say so.   Ignore them. Don't retaliate
Feminism is now the apparent “new trend”. Simply because a top-40 song and a famous actress are promoting well needed gender equality, it’s viewed as this new sudden topic.
You say I am attacking all men But in the same way that you loudly proclaim  not all men Whenever any injusitice committed against women resurfaces Not all men are being attacked
So um I like wrote a poem because like I'm sick of people telling me I need to like talk with confidence.Maybe if you actually paid attention to what I said and  stopped degrading women for everything I would have this confidence you speak of. 
No shave November? More like no-shave-ever My legs are like I like my men - Super freaking hairy. Venus does not embrace these thighs,
I often wonder/When soft fingers grace the faucet,/That graces the bucket,/Whose metal contours grace the floor/Who decided/That sore knees,/Coupled with aching arms/Tripled with hunched, apron wrapped back,/Wasn’t enough./Who concluded that/Sweat
On female privilege:
If there's a phrase I hate it's the phrase "You're a girl, you wouldn't understand." What do you mean I wouldn't understand? Explain woulda I shoulda
I’m a filmmaker My mind is a bullpen seething with mischief. I know I can adventure into places unknown with my camera. Which is why
 Dear Straight Girls Stop wearing plaid Take off that checkered flannel Aand if I see you with those big “nerd” glasses on your face again I swear I will break them.
 I am… The Lady I am the lady who likes muscle, not malls. I like the feeling of how the power and strength that surges through my mind and body and soul creates harmony amongst my demons
You always want to talk about who I was        Who I used to be A little girl with crooked pigtails (I liked bright pony tail holders) And a nose buried in books
I am the dragon mother. My flames are so swift and searing They turn the glass ceiling to sand. In a land of coveted sons, Give me all of the daughters. I am the dragon mother.
Everbach, Helen noun               (1999-) US writer, social activist, high school student; full name Helen Martha Everbach  
Maybe I’m just cursed to walk down these empty halls, Get skipped in role call, Eat lunch alone – In bathroom stalls,   Keep my head down, do my work, don’t draw attention,
When the world comes crashing down Out comes your knight in shining nightgown Yet he doesn't know how  To save his own damsel's crown.   The king must declare war Men young and old must serve
I dream of something that should already be done. I dream of bonds like the red tent. Solidarity between womyn. Because when we were property that our fathers could sell, And our blood was dirty,
There's a box everyone is given From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies In that box he is commanded to fit in It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides
I am 4 years old all pink dress, all blond hair, all blue eyes when strangers ask my name i tell them, that i am princess peach                                               
She was quiet.  But she wasn't shy. She had an attitude of a lioness. The mindset of Angela Davis.  And a spirit that God would soon bless. She was gracious on a daily basis.  
Being a woman should be a blessing, just as any life is.
My fingertips smell like stale cigarettes
Mama didn't raise no porcelain doll No fake eyelashes, no lace Just a girl who is going to take it all   Mama didn't raise no pageant queen  No southern accent, no big hair
I am an activist An advocate for those who don't have as good of a life as I do I acknowledge my privelege I am white, I am not oppressed   I am a feminist Intersectionalism is most important
Marxists and State commies working to smash the state, Do you know what you're fighting for? Besides the assembling of an equally bleak and evil State, of course? Shit flingers of Israel and Palestine,
I am a woman I am joyful I am optimistic I am full of opportunities I am happy I am a leader I know what I want I am not rude I am not shallow  I am not "an annoying girl"
Women are a lesser cut of meat, cut and chopped on a slab for a man’s pleasure. Women are a distraction, and a skirt above the knee keeps a man from his work. Women are crazy,
I ache for something more than this. There is this spark in the pit of coals that smolder underneath my skin, that scars my flesh from the inside out, that promises – that swears –
When I was in high school I was very conscious of the way I smiled And talked and laughed and sat And I never knew where to put my hands As I walked down the hallways And I was usually looking down
at age 13: girls were Sluts; Bitches, Whores, or Prudes,  and we thought that the length of jean aeropostle shorts were fuses that would lead to some dangerous explosion of promiscuity because:
From the outside looking in you may think we are simply wide eyed and ignorant.
Dear little girl, When I was born I was born into a world of conditions And because of tradition, and societal ambition I grew up within the confines of my sex
I'm seventeen years old. Sitting in my theology class next to my best friend, the priest at the front of the room announces today we will be talking about the wonders of reproduction
I've been told 
Dear boy with the alluring smile, Thank you for taking away my trust once again:  
Every day I wake up from my bed and the first thing that comes into my head Is what I am
Why can't we love ourselves,
My thoughts are not limited to my own mind. They are exponential exceeding the parameters of a tangent. But I want them to be organised which is why I focus on brain management. My own mind wants to unwind
I think of my marks
we grew up with Barbie dolls, princesses, baseball and football stars
Loving your body at times where you need it most. Cherish those moments.
Mother says,"Put on more clothes.Such dress is not appropriatefor a girl like you."She pauses her cooking andforces onto methe red dress and white wingsthat cover my face,my eyes,
The anxiety crept up on me, A shadow in the night, I fled on the midnight train, My heart, My soul, My mind, Chasing, Determined not to lose me, My lungs burned,
 Just to clear the air,
Just to clear the air,
My body is not my own.  As my 18th birthday approaches, so does my entry into adulthood As does my loss of agency. My value as a person will rest on how sexually appealing I seem My hard work? My morals?
I used to be the kind of girl who said "I'm not like other girls"  Because I read big books Drank tea Wore ripped jeans and snarky tshirts. Turning my nose up at Short skirts and made-up faces 
She who runs. There are those who run. The murderers, the politicians, the Omelas. There are many who run. The lost, the purpose driven, the gifted. But.
Working for money is hard and stressful.The toilet brush always drips, mildew grows like weeds.Try as you might your efforts are unsuccessful. The beetles still leak from the cracks, desperate for the crumbs that feed.
How can I focus How can I think of anything When all I want to do is think of you you you the feel of you in a t-shirt pressed against my chest Holding me close
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
How dare you ask me who I would be without all these stereotypes?  Don’t you know that society has already defined me. Don’t you know that because I am female my main goal is to be beautiful.
My face with no filter is a face I am proud to post My freckles and my blush are the things I love the most Many people say I could use some cover-up But nothing beats the smile I bring when I want to say wassup  
Personality quizzes usually comes with two answers.
Nightshade waves cascade down  framing porecilin white skin and red, seductive lips. Her hips, gentle curves that have been touched, carressed.   At first she seems okay.
Reality has no filter
Misogyny equals atrocity You belong in a kitchen Women have hands that are too warm Equal opportunity? That's why we have less pay and those that attempt to cat call me
I am angry. Fuck what you've heard. I don't get half the recognition I deserve. There's a blazing fire in my heart. It's been burning there from the very start. You confuse my demeanor for weakness
"Feminism" is taking over, and wow, they have a point. Men can do what women do and women do as men. But is it really feminism...   When we tell a girl that she ought to wear pants
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
Snap! Snap! Snap! all day long in the girl's bathroom. Lights flashing everywhere, skin showing, lips perched like a betta fish.
I don't appreciate  when you approach me just to tell me that I'm so blessed  with such a sexy body.  And you have no right to be offended when  I don't kiss the ground you walk on
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color  cannot receive a fair wage
In a moment
To the girl who stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a phone between your thighs telling your f
Powerful and Strong, She controlled the room. She was Queen of her audience,
Sick of division, powered by ambition Brushed into a corner from their social superstition   What's your favorite color, boy? White girls are who he enjoys Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
As a girl, im supposed to play with barbies, not with hot wheels or a toy truck. as a girl, im supposed to have dolls, and pick flowers, for "he loves me" luck. As a chick, im supposed to wear dresses, skirts, and make up too.
I am a world traveler filled with interesting foods, Amazing memories, fun people, and beautiful pictures, I love coffee, tequila, and meeting new people, I am confident, I am smart, I am happy  
Be skinny But not too skinny No man likes to hold a twig   Have curves No, not there Only in the hips What do you mean you can't control where your body fat goes?  
  I'm broke. In all aspects.  Like the faucet in the projects dripping, that's waiting to be fixed, while the landlord's getting his fix. All white. All rock. In veins. In vain.   
Told every single dayby what is portrayed in media & on TV,to look a certain way.  
I am at war. A constant battle against myself, against my mind, body and soul. Longing to find the pieces of me I once could control.   My mind was once a garden flourishing with depth.
they look at me and all agree they think im a stuck up white girl like, "she probably gets all her shit for free" ive got blonde hair, blue eyes. and my skintone is real white
I don’t know which of my parents promised you a “polite young lady” for a granddaughter, but you should probably ask for a refund.   Because I remember, seven years old, Thanksgiving dinner,
You're not the determination of myself worth
People see my gifts and abilities, And they say,"Consider yourself lucky." They tell me I'm lucky, Because I believe in a God that tells me I' free, I'm born into a family of white priority,
She was fragile, A subtle kind of beautiful, yet strong In mind and opinion.   She was clever, Quick to respond, while clouded With silent doubt.   She was a conformist,
I am a woman
Everyone is unique Different talents, different abilities, different attributes No one is the same Different eyes, different hair, different skin We all have one thing in common, though My generation
When no one else sees it, when no one else hears it, when no one feels it; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE does. Through thick and thin, thoughts lost, and emotions gone; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE is there to find them.
A little more left. Shift the angle, the lighting, the camera lens. Fix your hair as a strand bends                on                the
Oh!  There it is,The blood of my Mothers’SinsBlossoming onMy white sheetsLike a bouquet of English roses.A shame -Laundry day hadBeen yesterday.  My thighs have been painted
She woke up like that, she’s flawless But I woke up disoriented, messy-haired, and a hot mess
I am Seven and I am at theClass lunch table with my crushHe never explained to me what sexWas but he talked about it anAwful lot and before he asked meIf I would have sex with him which I
Please do not use my good looks As an excuse for your blatant impertinence Of course I look “pretty damn fine” But I did not get dressed with you in mind Your threatening footsteps, Lingering eyes,
I was a in Cub Scouts before I was in Girl Scouts My dad was the troop leader He treated me just like every other boy   We learned about astronomy and constellations We made paper mache volcanos
If I could speak every language,
I'm interesting
People ask me why I don't date in the same way they'd ask a sick man what's wrong with him.
Not Your Conquest There is no distress In this damsel I am not the conquest In the grand adventure of your story
Wrong were the story's we were told as children A prince will find you and carry you away Your chance to shine is soon to come A prince who has been made, and used 
  Tattoos? Not a chance. 
Backbone made of brick she towers over the chaotic terrain
I never meant to use a filter I didn’t think I did. Look at me and tell me what you see
I'm sorry I didn't grow up A boy being told he could be anything I wanted.
Who remembers what it’s like to be a virgin?
They say she laughs too much Her red lipstick is smeared and she doesn't play nice Torments of sneers pass her in school halls
In a miniskirt and tank top She walks down the street Head down, earbuds in, music off, cell phone in hand "Give me a smile sexy" "Come have dinner with me and I'll help you out of those clothes"
"She’s a feminist."Scratch thatThey said it more
what makes me flawless?
Juniper eyesKalediscopesCold.Bitter.Resting faceSeperated mind from bodyagaintyping rants of equality outcry"Bitch"Like bee-sting.Hurts for a second, Stays throbbing
I am just me. I have nothing to hide behind these two curtains of mine.  My eyes see all these fake people just barely surviving. I am judged because of my opinions, when in fact they are the truth.
Flawless is waking up at 5:45 in the morning feeling like everything that the world says matters is irrelevant at that moment and I
Our representation of sisterhood is...of a vase Painted in a mirage of colors Black, charcoal, honeydew, olive, caramel, egg white Dipped in centuries of cat-calls & inequality
Thoughts of humanity stir ins
I walk down halls of familiar faces every day But are they really so familiar Or are they like me Hiding myself from the outer world Afraid to show people Show people that I am always unhappy
I woke up like this... Flaw.. with Less makeup
To Be A Woman In America means to be scared when you walk down the street means to have to fight twice as hard to get just as much means to have to listen to rape jokes and not start an uprising in the middle of class
"She's obviously vapid because she's going into fashion and likes makeup!" Is what everyone seems  to think when they meet me. Hell, I even played a teacher with this bit. Yes, I am a girl.
A smile is not an invitation.    A young girl, only eleven years old Far too young to become a damaged good.  There was no screaming or shouting that day, 
They say that girls are made of curves - that we are smiles and acceptance, a circle of understanding arms, our feminine charms meant to lure you in: a siren call.
Stop. However you are about to process these words.
A Women of All Odds   Please pay no attention to the women behind those books Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
I have two nieces: Hayden and Anabel, Ages 3.5 years and 17 months, Respectively. As a young woman who grew up in a household of only boys, Living with them is remarkable.
Mouths I have kisseda thousand timesLetting fanged words slither out"Why is it always about rape with you?"little venomous soundshissing at my heels."It’s not love if you don’t fuck."
I was told I could do anything, be anything, and I believed them. “The sky is the limit,” they said.   “Shoot for the moon,” they ordered, “if you miss, you’ll land
Today I thought That I might editfy you On some things that mystify Even the most loving of people   First of all, I'm not your little girl   Second of all,
It doesn't matter my height,I have to look up to you. I was born with no choiceAs a woman. That automatically makes meSmallerWeakerUnimportantOnly for your entertainment.
i am not the story
“Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”Because that man is not a man, or a woman,or a figment of your imagination.Just as I am not a man, or a woman,or a figment of my own imagination. 
A body in the street  but no one knows how the small child sees his brother dead facedown now he will be remembered as a corpse and the child a statue Is this what we wanted
  According to legend, Lilith was Adam’s first wife. She had demanded to be treated as his equal and was not given her request - so she left him. God sent three angels after her to bring her back by force, but she did not go with them.
Stand up straight.
Have you ever heard a train whistle?
Is there anything but The harsh reality of today's world To look forward to? Children dream of The freedom of adulthood While adults yearn for The ignorant bliss Of childhood.  
Outside-- the chill of her cold appears like wisps, deciding to make its home inside my bones. Every lick of her icy breath is a familiar comfort. As she settles in,
I need feminism because of men in suits and ties,   pushing blank legislation with slanted lies,   swinging their heavy gavels on my uterine lining,  
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
Haiku   Freedom to express Invigorates the suppressed. Love's blind, not distressed. 
Believe it or not I didn’t wake up thinking of you I didn’t put on lipstick for you I didn’t brush my hair for you I didn’t wear this dress for you
John Dominique once said, “You cannot kill truth. You cannot kill justice.
Why do I need feminism?   Because in a world of hate,  I have to love myself Or no one will   Because I cannot walk down the street at night
“GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN” I stand there with my cookies and my signup sheet Surrounded with signs I spent all night making ‘gender equality matters’ It seems to whimper
You fell in love with a girl whom saw from right and wrong. Who passed many footsteps in her life, And knew what was going on.
"Yeah, I was a pretty great ball player." "Uh-huh." "Yeah, my parents take me and my friends to Florida every year." "Awesome." "Yeah, I've never had to work a day in my life." "I figured."
When I was little,  I dreamed of monsters coming in the dark to eat me up The big horrible kind with matted fur and curling horns and scales and really big, sharp teeth.
I am a womanI do not wait for my prince I do not stand behind a manI create my own pathsI walk my own journey   If they say “shh”Don’t speakI SCREAMSo they can hear my story  
end of story you say word but you know not what mean end of story those words you say hurt an individual end of story you say that so gay never  coming to a conclusion that what you is effecting that person
This is it. This world, This life, It’s all we have-- It’s our past, It's our present, It's our future, too. We have everything to lose. This is why I move.
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman Says who? The Hobby Lobby Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head slow and steady whir and buzz   What labels on those gears, dear
Be cautious, but not quite hesitate. Mistakes are common because the door of reality can be blinded by dreams.
I am sick sick of being told I am second rate just because I was not born as a white male sick of my beauty being defined by how close I look to a blonde blue eyed model
I know Too many people whose no's were ignored Too many kids forced to grow up too fast
Everyone is equal, why is there a feminism sequal?
A girl on the cusp of womanhood With feminine features and curves Begins to despise what she's praised for
What makes me tick,itch, scrub, and spit What makes me tick An Aunt who cares only of her image but not her happiness What makes me itch A husband of a strong provider who turns his back and sleeps with another
A couple of months ago A man murdered two women. Murdered two. Injured six others. But it was okay. It was 100% justifiable by his “troubled past.”
There were lights, and music, and drinks, and people were swaying and laughing. I'm sure it was late and  the drinks made your insides feel warm and you did not expect anything more than a party.
  I saw this image of this young girl who was laying on the floor, I had to look closer and I saw she didn't have no clothes on, I judged at first I can admit, like what the hell is this?
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone. With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
One falls from the sky
You only see them laugh But in silence they pray, Please god, Don't let me be the girl, That this happens to today, You'll joke about her pain, Hashtag Jadapose, Pretend it's a game,
I will not describe my culture, With romantic language,  Showcasing the beauty of our brides, Adorned in striking crimson, Or the spiritual resting places, That spread themselves accross the lands,
And I am thinking about how I have to be afraid to be a woman (when I am as powerful as any man).
Just because I am a woman does not mean I will not fight.   The inside of my thighs are curved and speckled with little tiger marks. They are mountains seen from above, they are the nature within me.
Because when I was a small girl, my daddy,
    I am not a toy At your fucking disposal You will not decide  How worthy I am today Or tommorow Or ever
if only everyone knew if only everyone had their experiences if only everyone understood if only, if only.
Flaming red eyes, torn clothes at the thighs, and cuts and bruises that seemed to multiply, but still their lips whisper in sync " She lies! She lies! " But she only tells the truth She is only but a youth
How do you say freedom in a language you can understand?Freedom from a bondage foreign to my warrior heartWe are a goddess forged by hips that would break you
Every Friday and Saturday You go and drink You go and dance You go and loose your mind   Being far from home Far from rules Far from reality Far from truth  
Listen, I tell the tale Of my pain Of their pain   Do you hear them? The collective despair Shared by every woman who is forced To witness their culture stripped Only to be sold
Just a girl. Raised in a patriarchal family. But what is family? Abused at the age of 11, by family, stripped of my innocence.
Perhaps it belongs to an animal Who squeals for mercy But instead is stunned and skinned But no, it couldn’t be them Because there’s no blood once it’s been rinsed away   Or maybe it’s the young women
Perhaps it belongs to an animal Who squeals for mercy But instead is stunned and skinned But no, it couldn’t be them Because there’s no blood once it’s been rinsed away   Or maybe it’s the young women
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook, because men like that. Not just Hispanic men, but all men.   Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that like to take it slow.  
Seen Not Heard
No, stop, I can’t. These words spew from my mouth like the hot lava that you left under my skin. When you held me down and poured it in. Flesh held tight in your grip, gagging on the flame, hot to the touch
She feels them staring at her. The energy it gives off Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
My teeth bloody themselves Air punching my lungs like Venus, when Helen dared defy her Adolescence plays go fish with identity, it’s not a card Anymore, but it shuffled me topside bottom
  I didn’t recall inviting him to put his arm around me Much less for him to slide his hands along my thighs station his palms over my hips tease my chin and my neck with the tips of his fingers and lips  
  Words have a power only few comprehend,
We're expected to not go out alone at night, to close our legs, be feminine, submissive,
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child Certain People deserved to be heard
“Boys will be boys”, they say As if somehow their biological makeup is an excuse that allows them to comment on my cosmetic kind As if what hangs between their legs allows them to get in between mine
Hush little girl, and rest in me
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.  
When I was younger, my mother’s name for me was Doll. Her hair was golden thread, her eyes were glass. She would dress me and undress me, and hold my pink hands and sing, “How perfect you are,
A bone shivering day in February, I stay at a friend's house with a few of my friends.  My friend's parents happen to have a friend over.  He's nice enough, and he drinks for hours on end. 
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
For centuries The world lived under the assumption that nobody was perfect. There were pretty people There were gorgeous people And even some beautifuls in there too
It's Just a Compliment By Marielle Eaton         “It’s just a compliment”                         just                                     just                                                 just
She takes flight. All the light in those babydoll eyes. Broken. Soars away from these hardships. Tender hands burned. In this seemingly painless discuise. Don't leave me in the darkness.
I can't look him in the eye, because I'm ashamed of the ones before him. Were there ones before me?  Of course, But that is of little importance.  I can't feel worthy, when my number means so much.
Do you know what your child is saying? Sticks and stones may break my bones Well they don’t tell you words are rocks They don’t tell you threats aren’t empty They feel full, strong, triumphant
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
I need feminism, because I can't leave my legs unshaven without being told it's wrong. I need feminism, because if a man shaves his legs he's told he's "feminine", "girly", and "gay"
As each girl takes her first inhalation, She becomes a host to the cycle of corruption. And it starts as society's thoughts creep into her ears,
Naivety is expressed in many minds About many matters where ignorance is but a synonym, Yet let those words scathe their ears and retorts Will soon follow. "Not all men-!" Yes all men because,
She had been an eager child
As my Brother wash the dishes  i wonder if my mother should be sleeping. My Father told me to cut the grass. i never seen me cut it before.   My Friend Tony said that he does not believe in my family.
Sometimes words fall from my mouth like a waterfall into river, rippling from letters into waves of sentences forming long lines of poetry that carry through banks and across deltas, a never ending string of love letters that will someday reach y
Rap is My Boyfriend I’ve gotten into a relationship with the wrong type of guy Because when I was dating R&B or pop, my self-esteem was so high R&B’s words were so soft and sentimental
Sally Susan Smith learned a new word today Puberty She sprouts long legs And starts shaping into curves That slope like desert dunes in summer  Sand grains slip, glisten, and shake
The color pink is a presuppositionthat was forced upon usfrom birth.We were not given a choice.
You say I'm not skilled enough, clever enough, qualified enough You say I can't be as smart, as strong, as independent as the guy sitting next to me
What gives you the right To try and claim my body My body is my own It’s not here for you to  Press and knead Jab and paw at Claw and sink Your fingers into 
Help me father
You know what makes me tick? Rape culture in society. Women (and men) are forced to live in anxiety and it makes me sick.   I hate living in a world where the first question 
Why is it called Feminist when it is in favor of both genders?   it should be called  humanist or equalist.   Are there male feminist? Would they be called Manimist?  
  MY NAME IS LJ   I’m at the grocery store.  I’m out to lunch. I’m at the gym. I’m at work. I’m at a bar. By myself. With my four-year-old cousin. With my friends.
  I doubt it’s ever crossed your mind that I am not putting on a mask in the morning, but I am not hiding behind my mascara tube. I am putting on my armor.    Feminine is not soft. 
Bruno Mars lied to you girl. He said that you are beautiful just the way you are, but you aren’t. My friend, you are beautiful just the way you are supposed to be! Not plastic: covered in powder,
  I’m a firm believer in a shatterable glass ceiling. And before you ask No. I haven’t shattered it yet.   In fact I haven’t even seen it yet. Haven’t come close to its heights  
girl, if you are to be a woman hereyour hair must not be cut above your earsyou smile and laugh and never shed a tearthat's just the way it is for women here
Eyes searching hungrily Viewed as meat and an object Who am I to object? Who am I to say no? I have no say in what is 'right' for me to do I must know my place
I hear that men are better At putting bread on the table and Making dough. But I always thought women Belonged in the kitchen, So when it comes to baking bread
Just listen And listen to me good. Hang on to every word I’m about to say. Because I really mean it.  Don’t take it as a joke But really understand what I feel.
​It's not a debate Why keep asking questions is search of anwsers that will only hurt?
It's just really frustrating:how it only takes one person to ruina safe space; feeling obligatedto play into the "nice guy's" hands; how you
She was supposed to be a boy. Over there, she might not have lived to see another day. Here, she was loved.   I am loved. I can follow my dreams. But they called me bossy. Loud. Pushy.  
The school dress code states: Girls may not wear shirts without sleeves Girls may not wear shorts that do not extend past fingertip length Girls may not have shirts that dip down the width of her hand from her neck
             I am a woman             I have long hair, I have a high voice, long lashes and lips of cherry             I have curves, I have breasts and a butt             And I love my body and I am proud  
You tell me, And you tell her too. I bet you say that to everyone.   You don’t know her But she still hears you. I hear her crying.   You exist everywhere,
All this violence, has its range, that's one thing  that I would change.   A bad night between couples, two many drinks, makes them rethinks their own happy nuptuals.   
A woman who is merely beautiful is boring A woman who is beautiful, intelligent, courageous and powerful is more along my cup of tea. I am excited whenever I see her. I am influenced with her every speech.
she wanted to look sexy,so she put on a cherry red mini skirt,with flesh-colored pantyhose,a black halter top with tiny sparkles on it.the shoes she chose were ruby and high-heeled.
You ask what I want in this world? More than anything else? Well it is what most women would want also, I want there to be a higher likelihood that we die of disease than by the hands of a man,
I’m a mouse Always have been It doesn’t take much for me to hide in my little home Where I am safe from the daggering eyes Or judgmental looks of others But sometimes I get fed up
If I could change anything I think it would be my eyes, I don’t like how dark they are, I want them as blue as the sky. Or maybe I would change my thighs, They rub together and jiggle when I jive.
I heard a story one day, to my surprise I had nothing to say, It was something about this girls name, The sound? The origin? It soon all became a game ,  
Stupid girl She was called You think you can contribute? You’re so tiny in this world You may as well be mute You’ll never get a word in The Big Men are talking
I would change If I could change women’s volleyball shorts. their function is fine, They fit the way they were designed to I am able to dive, hit pass and spike in them.
I want boys, ones who will touch me,
I hope one day I’ll breathe in sweet relief Because we women, after fighting tooth And nail for equal rights, have won the war. We women stand with men, no longer small, No longer quiet. Strong with voices loud,
Let's take a look Look up Up away from that iridescent screen   Let the grey surroundings turn green like the trees And yellow daffodils  Pink pansies The blue ocean Can you see it?
The time's come to fight Tell your mothers, tell your sisters
At the lake, she stood, Staring into the deeps. At the fish, at the frogs, At her rippling reflection. "Why?" she whispered. "Why is the world so blind?" She heard footsteps.
When I was five years old,I heard that boys stood when they peed.Angry and jealous,I dragged my princess panties down to my ankles,Held my skirt above my belly button,
It’s not working And not much has changed So it’s time for blunt action To take place. I should not worry Walking home at night. Teach your sons no means no
They smile and waveI walk by and shy.They all look pretty,I feel ugly.They smile and laugh,i try to tag along too.I will try my best to smileand laugh
I'd make sure I had been heard. I'd spit those words out so fast. That they would have to stop and listen to me. Because words are heard better. When they aren't stumbling over each other.
The difference is a letter Or a chromosome, really It’s a variable, it’s chance By biology, a 50/50 split XX = XY   It’s not biology It’s society I am a female; I am told I am lesser
When we change the world, we will  twirl.  When we change the world, bombs will stop being hurled.
I stand behind a glass case.I am an object to behold.For my submissive nature and gentler tones. I tend to children, I tend to the injured.I remain hidden behind a man.For my lesser gender, and simple mind.
I would make everyone see that We're all human. We're all the same. Sharing the same planet and co-existing in beautiful diversity  And these things you call  "race" "sexuality" "gender"
If I could change one thing It would be so that the world could stop hating. It would be so that the color of my skin, The religion that I practice, The people whom I choose to love,
Do you ever wish you were born a guy? 
Women are faced with a societal burden.
You’re telling me that a woman is only beautiful when she’s naked
My English homework asks me to name things that are considered taboo in society. You know what people don't like to talk about? Sexual assault, the fact that there is no gender binary,
When will I be able to wear shorts to school Without being harassed, touched, and stared at?   When will I be able to walk at night Across the street, across town Without being scared of every shadow?
The world IS my classroom, and I will watch the world learn.  
When a man gives his opinion, he’s a man When a woman givers her opinion, she’s a bitch. It’s hard out here for a bitch In a place where for every man’s dollar women make 78 cents
Everyone complains about societal views And the way women in magazines are never more than a size two But if you think about it Why don't magazines advertise strength or wit Or how to tell a man "no"
today i am eight and
They were used to me being girly Fat. Insecure. Sensitive. I dreamed to be a thin designer that put others under the control of my charms of my domesticity A cook, a designer, a wife.
if the boy you love consistently asks for sex but refuses to treat you like the goddess you are, leave him 
I would like to change the world the notion just seems grand; Some people say, "But you're a girl!" like that should mean I can't.   Should parts of your anatomy affect your skill at all?
it is saying somethingwhen i feel worthlesssimply becausei have never beenkissed and havenever been adoredby a boy because thatis all I was made forright? 
The day I
If everyone read National Geographic There would not be as many things to report about in National Geographic   If young girls were surrounded by images of beauty and strength
There once was a girl who played piano until her fingers bled
All I ask for is great company when I feel ALONE , because this feeling is empty &
What if. What if I'm not just the tight kink of a curl. What if I'm not just soft brown blends that make the hue of my skin.
I look into your face as I describe The project I put hours into I paint a picture for you Of the reaction from my classmates When I pointed out that there are examples In our own culture
Yena Balekyani                                                                                                        about 618 words Urbandale, IA515-822-7148 balekyay@uni.edu
  Pulling hair and calling names transforms to
To boys: We know we are beautiful There is no need to yell it at us Your “compliments” on the street do not flatter us. “What are you doing later baby?” Nothing with you, that’s for sure.
There was a slot in the fence at the end of my street
Sweet angels we are, and sweet angels we'll stay For it was nurture, not nature, that made us this way. Perfect curls and silent glossed lips, A pretty face and smiles to kiss.
Dear Adam,  Do you remember the garden?  Does the wind take you there still? In waves and hurricanes of memory and emotion, does that land there return?  
Woman is an angel sent to Earth back in the day,
In the middle of the market The bones lined up in rows They used to be so pretty Where did the beauty go?   Come here lovely darling Be a part of the lovely show
Admonished for daydreaming
I saw a commercial the other day but I don't know what it was selling A woman wearing nothing slid      down           the                 hood                of a             car
In my house, a woman actually has a voice. We have a goddamned choice, and we even have poise.   Not one man present to cause any noise. No testosterone, no sign of any boys.  
I am a woman. Catcalls are not a compliment. Not in a world that blames vulnerability instead of those who take advantage of it. I am intelligent. But it doesn’t matter because my body is worth more than my mind
Equality. Equality is a word that is used too freely. We are all supposedly equal. But this is not true. So I am done. Done with the rules made by White old men who earn more
Every month,
 I am woman.     Once I was gatherer, harvester, carrier, birther. Once I was producer, property, livestock. Once I was empty and blank. Once I was space.   I am woman.  
From day one I have had society's fist pound into my gut like a hammer.      At an elementary age I am told to wear dresses, play with dolls, and act like the little princess I am. 
I cannot bear the History The Submission, The Imprisonment Intelligence wasted behind the fearful pomp Confined in lowly places that don't suit us   Women, much stronger than believed
He knocks me onto the floor Tear drops and lightning break out I cry out and run to the door He kicks me and with a shout
The trees he slit each bedtime are my limbs. Breathing branches laid to rest. Spread as a tumor, Man forces lactating yield, across this wielding breast.
I am a woman.  That means, I can do whatever I please with my body.  Decorate it.  Show off as much skin as I want.  Do whomever I please. 
I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home. I weep for every girl that is sold into sex trade, Forced to give their bodies away.
I’m running, I’m running fast away from him. He’s getting closer, He’s getting closer to me again. There’s blood on my leg, It leaks from my open flesh.
we need feminism, because "men are apparently from mars and women are from Venus" We call it feminism because of gender roles. Women are considered to be delicate flowers Men are warriors
The Household should not have a head after all I am not only an arm I am an intellectual human being that's what all my influences say My parents say I'm just a girl my brain is not yet done cooking
Positivity is hard when the whole world Keeps shoving SOMETHING down your throat
A laugh A scoff "She's such a slut" That girl right there With the low-cut shirt, high heels, short skirt. You don't know her, You don't know her life, But that doesn't matter.
I am not here to take notes for you, I will not sit in the back seat, I will not grow my hair to wash your feet, I don't care much for your religion, I don't care much for your knights, What I do care for,
I divide from my roots with the pierce of a razor. Cleaving a meat fringe, wings endless, pine needles rolling off bark skin, detaches my figure from nature.
I am a real piece of work And that much about me will never change I’ll change the world with words The same way you changed me You made me a worrier Excuse me
I am in this world deformed,Rendered useless by some,But unbeknownst to them, There's a world that will accept me.It comes through the TV screen,in the form of kingdoms, mazes, and caverns.I can take to the skies, swing a sword at those who questi
Oh. Thick girls? They are better than Big girls. Big girls are like big.  Thick Girls are just better Said everyone.  Big girl  Big girl No loves you they said, lose weight they tell me
Shit I Can't Say To My Teacher really should be Shit I'm Not Supposed To Say To My Teacher There's an everlasting system of authority that makes it impossible for me to ask questions
Brainwash the children of the nation with songs by Drake  omg becky look at her butt you only live once dripping with misogyny  stupid sayings  strangle our minds into believing
As a DRC Woman, I believe a woman's mark on the world should not be shallow. As an African American, I want race to be something celebrated and not discriminated against.
  Racism Sexism Heterosexism Classism Humans   Oppression Privilege Advantage Suppression Humans   White Heterosexual Male Perfect
Feminazi I hate that word! Don't you dare put me down. I want my rights!  I want recognition! Don't make me look a clown. I'm not a nazi.  I am a woman; a feminist at that
Don’t look at me like you expect something great. I’m tired of being called perfect. I’m tired of pretending your right. I am not perfect.   And don’t you dare tell me otherwise, Because I despise
This breathing box, this imprisoning womb, Is my vision’s tomb. Birthing lineal contours, knives that cut ingenuity, Patriarchal forms, notions, popular standards strangle voice within a vast continuity.  
We see one another everyday, and your talk is so condescending. Maybe it's because I don't have that look The look of your kind I get it. It's "God's Will" We don't see eye to eye because of our polar views
I send my prayers to Jerusalemto hide in cracked walls and under flagstonesalongside supplications for healing and kindness.                              ∞I plaster my poems on the walls of cities
The fact that I hold the door open for girls does NOT make me a lesbian.
I am Female. I am Girl. I am Woman. I am large hips, I am tiny waist, I am large chest, I am stereotype. I am pretty face, makeup, lipstick, I am beauty.  
i hear you call the word in the halland my head jerks up only to seea friend hugged you from the back in the hall.you cry wolf and iwas devoured by canine mandibles.
You are not a shark:a woman does not attract you likeblood in water.You do not exist to fill the roleof predator.Your kind, if so suitable to law make, legislate, mandate,
Are you a man? No one cares. You are just a man. Are you joining the military? No one cares. You are just a man. Are you depressed? No one cares. You are just a man. Were you laid off?
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
i was told as a little girl to stay quiet when i really meant stop. boys only tug on girls’ hair when they really mean she’s pretty. i was told as a little girl to never scream at the shadows.
In 2013people are still slavesslaves to the patriarchy black boys getting friskedinnocentjust on the streetand they call it"pre-emptive"
Ms. Rose I see those clown insects have you down and in doubt, just know it has to rain before the sun comes out.Ms. Rose you’re losing your powerful color…you were sprouted in a poor garden, but you don’t have to believe those other flowers.Ms.
She snaps the heels off her stilettosThat never gave her enough stature.To cease treading lightly alongside theHenry Tudors and Pablo PicassosDue to two X's that cannot be overlooked
Encircled by a group of guyfriends gathered like scholars circles back in medival times, news about a girl comes up. Instantly, it comes down to the unconscious question: "Is she pretty?"  
  Dreaming is what got me here. I used to dream that all the power would be in my hands, but here I am pressed against the ceiling this cement ceiling.  You fed me words  that made me hunger,
Dear Son,   Recognize your power, strength, and courage.   You have the drive and the power to achieve great things. And then there is power ascribed to you.
  When I was younger, my favorite poet was Sylvia Plath. I liked her because I related when she wrote about the weight of all the lives she wasn't living and her life under the fig tree.  
How is it that you can stand there and be okay with all the wrongs being done to your fellow human? How is it that you can stand there and tell me that you are superior just because you are a man?
Shame that I must have Because it is my own fault For dressing like that   (a haiku about rape culture and the shame a woman feels after being raped)
The Mirror  Shoots it's rainbow daggers throughout the hall.  It is three in the afternoon  And I am faced  With the mirror.  It blocks the path. Knowing  Taunting with my own face
I want to be a cactus. I want to be rough around the edges; To form an armour around  my skin. To be free from what Most think that beauty is.   I want to be a cactus.
We are but black and white The letters that we write. The colors leeching from our pens destroy worlds and breathe sins.
Creep into her mind and look at the world through her glass eyeCreating her own pathCautiously not stepping on the flowersShe spoke with her mouth but it was Styrene's tongueWhen she used her words as the daggers
I am a someone and not a something. I am derived from irreplaceable queens. I hear the war cries in my heart ring and when I bust through walls I hear them joyfully sing.
Your vibe I feel inside deep through my eyes, suprise, I rise, the soul flies like a magic carpet ride, all   the lies dies, as a woman like you becomes wise. For you special, beautiful like a rose petal, tender to  
I had zits. I have zits. We all do, it just comes with being a teenager. And just like zits, that awful “I’m not beautiful” feeling also comes with being a teenager.
We want to change the world.  We sang it together in crowded basements.  Declared it so loudly that the world may be forced to hear us.  But they didn't. 
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked. 
Turtles from Madagascar Marmosets from South America A Noah’s ark of endangered species Sinking under the weight of the elephants.   Captured from traffiikers Seized from smugglers
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me. Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me, Pushed so hard I believed they were my own, Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
We are half of our planet's population. With a world wide desicion, we could stop new human creation. We are your mothers, daughters, wives and sisters. 
  Her voice becomes unclear. Are these expressions of pleasure Or pain? She winces and looks for something to hold on to, Something to brace the defilement between her thighs, The gaping wet wound,
For a woman Each strand of hair Holds its own weight The longer the strand, The more power the hand So one day, I cut my pony tail And when the pile on the floor grew,
We..all...die. The goal is not to live forever, it's to create something that will.. So ima create somethin that makes the time stand still..  See ima make that kid on the block turn around
Let's be honest Truthfully, who are we? How can we keep stepping? Stepping towards our future one head at a time What is the meaning of life? A meaning that could be meaningful or less
Your voice Is a weapon Sharper than any knife More truthful than any gun
I think of a day when women had no rights And of places where this still somehow occurs. Not too long ago, women had no say at all. And women fought, and fight. Women are amazing.
I hate it When people look at me And only see Things they hope And dream just for me.
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
I could blend in. In the background. Up against the wall Slip myself in between the paper and the plaster Beside the tile lining the bottom of the wall next to the cabinet And smile.
This is a body. This is a human body. This was not sculpted, and shaved and shamed in a fashion magazine.
Yes, he lost the election But the scary part is apparently 47 percent of my fellow Hoosiers think it's cool to say God wanted you raped and vote for him anyway, which makes me think
It started long ago in the Garden of Eden Some say it was paradise, I only recall a mirage. It seems impossible but I know I’ve seen His majesty shining golden. I remember He formed me from another’s appendage
Woman reigns on her throne. She decides your fate with the third knuckle of her right index finger. You kneel before her as she uncrosses her thighs to stand. Delilah, with your head in her lap
You'll always be second best You'll always be just a pretty face You'll always be someone to be seen, not heard They tell me what I am, they say who I should be "Women shouldn't think, that's not what they're for."
how dare boys tell my gender that sexism doesn't exist they say it so flippantly but they don't know how could they know?
The patriarchy Self-congratulatory of its own bias. The working women Polishing her glass ceiling weeps for potential. The conservatives attack her choice as murder But her life counts too.
She was afraid Of words they said and thoughts they would have She felt unsafe For their actions often go excused In a world where victims take the blame
Hope A simple word with more meaning behind it than you think You ask me what my hope is And there are many ways I could answer I hope that one day this country will accept all people Black, white,
I speak Pythagorean, Platonic, stars, and shapes, imparting my knowledge to others. They love it, and tell me that I am Minerva, incarnate highest, uppermost, supreme.
I have a gender. I was born a woman therefore I have fear. I have fear. I am taught at a young age to fear the monsters that come out at night.
Girls in lace dresses you are precious objects. Your blossom bursts open to soak up the sun. You are gazed upon as your fruit hangs heavy. You are ripe for the picking turned into a commodity.
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut that I can BE all these beautiful things I read: I can cut off my hair and wear fishnet stockings and clomp around in big black boots and I
You are loved. 
Forget what mama said
 when she was angry 
because you didn’t agree.
 Turn away from that 
boyfriend you had,
 the one who broke 
your heart and promised

I am a woman, So I must be perfect. I am a woman, So I can't be too fat or too thin. Too ambitious or too meek. Too smart or too stupid. Too sexy or too prudish.
He didn't even know me. he passed me by like a river's torrent smoothly, he grumbled, "Nice shirt FAG!"
if a boy calls you weak remind him that you are strong enough to hide his corpse in the woods
Guns don’t kill people People kill people People with guns kill people People for fun kill people People with psychotic dispositions kill people People with the wrong mental composition kill people
He called her his whore, his slut, his own bitch to ride on, like dogs.Prized only darkness, like lights. Abandoned in public, like free-speech. She wasn’t free, she wasn’t light,
when I was in high school learning to take the tenets of journalism like the sacraments of Christ we learned a wealth of rules; some matter more than others but I must have missed the day
Speaking, Acting, Learning, On misogyny and bigotry, Stepping up and sharing stories, Personal experiences and opinions, Everyone is not equal, We're still in a place of hate.
"Freedom for women!" they shout These feminists few But how can they not see that she's a feminist, too? So many spaces are unsafe black children are shot little girls are raped young women are beaten
Inside it controls. Inside rage. Inside pain. Inside bursts of tears. Silence. It hides in the chaos-filled voices that live in life. See the girl who sits and cries.
She needs protection. She is just weaker. This is a man’s world. His ego is the leader. He believes he’s in charge. Speaking of his tyrant wisdom, He gives orders at large.
how odd, to be a woman and a girl to wear the dresses but concern about cleavage more than meets the eye: because. and so we waddle for the men – twisting straps, my petticoat drawbridge
It was for our freedom that she fought Our suffrage, rights, autonomy Until her expression was brutally shot With the bullet of misogyny. This was not the end, she refused to eat
I will not. No more yes dears, no more "Of course honey"s, No more martinis and foot massages.
Boss me around all day, But don't you think I should have my say? So what if you are male and I am not? We also have minds, thoughts, and dreams we have sought. I am disgusted by the way you degrade me
I want a boyfriend but I also want feminism Does that make me so awful? Does it make me any less of the woman that I am? Does it make me wrong? No.
Growing up i figured out that F that labels me is not an F for failure, such a minority in society but im growing up to be a voice in a million. I declare women leaders of this world.
you’re getting married saturday. you’re marrying the man you deemed better than my father, the man you figured was more suitable for you than three children, a loving husband, a house with large windows
I thought women had silver dollar nipples not ones that look like balls of scrunched up panty-hose.
Look, boy, I'm talking to you: You who love the curve of my hip like a child You who find solace when I'm meek-mannered and mild You who find sweetness in my summer fleetness
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