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Intimacy is foreign to me
It’s the company that I long for
It’s the friend who knows
My needs
And no
I don’t mean
school days!
school days!
learning for the boys
but the girls are just toys
pass them around
and then
just deny it
school days!
school days!
boys can come shirtless
Men should be able to make laws about women
Women should be able to make laws about men
We should all have the same respect for each other and try to understand each other
girls rise and fall
but we stay with each other though it all
to potect ourselfs from men who think they own us pulling us back to reality that has been pertone upon us.
we give life but we cant take it right out.
Women.Women are always shunned uponunderestimatedUnderratedBelittledand why?because no one knows how powerful we could really be.Women.
Women.Women are always shunned uponunderestimatedUnderratedBelittledand why?because no one knows how powerful we could really be.Women.
The godess Athena used to spend her time helping soilders win battles, now she's in the front line herself. However, you won't find her on your traditional battle field. Instead, she's leading a march fighting for womens rights.
We are frantic, unguarded, constantly anxious, forever-troubled,
either too-loving or too-lusting, always showing-off, moment-capturing,
obsessed romantically, very fragile, in agony from broken hearts, image-driven,
Choose to grow within the treacheous weather.
Choose to bloom throughout the rain and grab a sweater.
I cannot lie, it won't be easy.
But choose to be the purple flower, not the puny seedling.
At the age of twelve, after the ceremonial blood bath, my mother sat me down and told me that I would have to be a women. A women. There was rules to the name. To be a women you must grow your hair.
Arid remarks
Shrugged-off side glances
Painted with painful disdains
Torment and colorful disgust
Intrinsically defined by nothing but
Side comments and catcalls—
Little girl.
There is no freedom here, not really anyway
You want your God?
Please, take it as it’s never answered any of our prayers
Gemini woman is that you?..
Over there with your beautiful Fierce stare
well listen here my beautiful little zodiac queen .
I want to know if it’s true?..
Is it true that your the one with the twin ?
Dear Men,
I can't even remember the first time I was catcalled as it happens so frequently
it now feels like a routine.
I held a rose today
I grasped its thorns aggressively
My ring finger was pricked
As if nature had told me,
“She is far too exquisite to be tainted
by those who do not understand
I saw duke's campaign
just the other day,
and learned alot of reasons
for words we shouldn't say
" I don't say man up
because I don't believe in gender norms"
MAN UP!
YOU'R A BOY!
To the next generations of female scientist: in a country they are afraid to be accept in, You are not alone.
He threw the woman he “loved” against a wall last night.
She needed to defend herself in that fight
His anger was heard through the walls
Her screams apparent as she falls
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
No means no. Yes means go.
they say it's your fault. I was so young and confused.
I wouldn't talk or eat. I cried myself to sleep. It's not my fault.
There's something I want to start with, that any objections to women being unable to have power because of womanly issues is a myth, I know there are plenty of strong women, and I know because of you my friend.
Im flawless...
From my feet up to my noggin
And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem.
Im great!!
At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
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.
on the spectrum of dreams
only one is heard
as usual
in everyday life
only one is valued
no surprise
"let us make a change"
we repeat as
nothing changes
My thighs expand the length of continents
But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains
My hazel eyes ooze the color of a muddy emerald sea
But the pores on my face are often compared to broad craters
She woke up like that, she’s flawless
But I woke up disoriented, messy-haired, and a hot mess
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
Let your mind
Bloom like a flower
In spring.
May your thoughts
Grow fertile
In soil of encouragement.
Create a field of plenty
Waiting to be harvest
I remember how the shackles fit
since I was three years old
and noticed that my brother had cars
and I had an apron lined with
silver bars, they trapped my dreams
they hid my screams under a noxious smell
I want to leave a mark on the world
Not just any colon or comma
One that inspires the heart
Something bold like an exclamation,
Sharp!
Within past history whether it be
Black or tan
Rebellion.
The sweet word
with a combination of freedom
recklessness and disorder.
Love it,
Break it,
Tear it if you will--
I'll scream its meaning loud!
Woke up, hooped out of the bed then looked at the time
looked in the mirror, rubbed my eyes kinda shocked what i find
is this thing true, or is this some image that is trapped in my mind
Flawless in more ways than one
I am a girl
with a flick of tongue, of witt, of fun
I am more than just a girl
I am hilarious
observant
a hurrican of passion
They never see me, the boys in my classes.
I sit right beside one, smiling and laughing at his outrageous stories.
Our eyes lock as he exams the room
I'm a flawless lady made of different parts, it's hard to find the words to start.
Everything about me screams flawless. Whether it's the way I walk with my head held high or the aroma I leave when I walk bye.
Why am I here
I ask myself every day
To live, to love, to laugh maybe
I don't fully understand my purpose
Hopes of being something great
Dreams of being something amazing
I wonder how people see me
I did not wake up like this
I grew with love and happiness
my family kept me grounded and strong
my faith kept me where I belong
I might have my faults, don't we all?
i am flawless because i wake up every morning and don't want to get out of bed
but i do anyways.
and every day, i wear my battle armour;
whether it's red lipstick or my combat boots
Flawless.
Flaws of the skin,
Flaws from within
Lost and damaged
Working hard to repair a mental image.
You did not wake up like this
You're currently looking in the mirror at a far cry from what it is.
Trained ears,
Strong mind.
Studied mind,
Exercised mouth.
Hashtag: Feminist.
Hashtag: Liberal.
Hashtag: Woman.
Twitter, Facebook:
Platforms.
Say it.
Just say it.
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
Long pale faces split with wicked grins,
Dark sunken spaces where the eyes should have been.
Strong careless hands stealing life from beneath tattered cotton,
Define rape –
A four letter word meaning
She was asking for it
Her skirt was too short
And, well, she didn’t say no.
Define catcall –
A seven letter, slang term describing how men
I guess I'm confused how the term woman translated into bitch,
or why I have to constantly reiterate that we're woman not hoes to every dude I'm with. You must've lost your mind when you lost your respect
I can't find a method to this madness
connecting stray dots
and calling them poetic thoughts
numb bodies with
teeming eyes
We don't deserve this demise!
Where is the paradise?
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
Would if I saidthe chain of commandacross the barron,naked landwas nulled.Stopped by one, to standso high and mighty;Man.Suppose the theoryof God is true
Why Should I be less than thou that did not create me?
Because I have honey thighs and a figure but lack certain organs "thee" are not "we"?
Nurtured like flowers in a garden we are raised to succeed, but not to over achieve.
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
You are so smart,
They say.
So much potential,
They say.
You'll be great,
They say.
Just get your test scores up,
They say.
32 isn't good enough.
They teach us to weave our fingers
To create intricate patterns in our hair.
To adorn the onlooker’s eyes.
Creating superficial monsters,
Policed by superficial consumers.
YesAllWomenA hashtag to empower those who feel the victim of a man's world.The revolutonaries pound at the door, demanding entrance to the castle of man.Threatening to storm the fortress and take what is theirs,
Do you want to believe?
Do you hear the way she screams
as he rips the dress from her pure beautiful skin.
Girl with blue eyes and a horrible past.
I never thought I’d see a girl run so fast.
She wasn’t afraid to show some skin She was an embarrassment even to her kin
She kissed whoever she pleased
Is it now that you notice?
Is it now that you care?
They may have cleaned the scene but the tragedy is still there
Embedding its whispers into the ears of the ones who before hadnt cared
is it now that you notice?
My eyes burn fro me the tears that never stop. While my hearts aches from the pain of betrayal.
Some days go with out the pain and tears. While some days they are still there.
Left and right I feel offended
because in the shadows and undetected
are words that pierce and are directed
at my womanhood and role that society elected
When I walk near men I feel inspected
I'm afraid to walk down a streetor into a gas station to pay for my gas.I swing my keys and prepare for a battlejust to go and grab a coffee.The fear that lies within every girl
I write because of society
Because my clothing says more about my consent, than my mouth does
Because you're not as pretty if you're a plus
Because society tells me not to get raped
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.
I started to think about the sun
That hot blazing fire in the sky
Destined to bring the earth to her death
Every movement
Every heartbeat
Every breath
Gone
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
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.
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
Running, swimming, biking,
Climbing, fishing, or hiking,
I can do it all just as good as you,
and sometimes prove to be better too.
You view me as a human being,
someone equal to you is what you're seeing.
I longed to see her smile, it made her and I whole once more
Her attentive hands caressed the bed sheet violently as if she had been burned by a stove top
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,
Breath of fog take one last
Sight of you I take my last
Sound of fire going fast
Smell of flesh burning fast
Do not look at my eyes
I shall take your eyes
Whip of hair gone at last
A veil of severed glass envokes memorial of ranging battles,
Dusk to Dawn, man to monster.
She loves him, she loves him not
Painted face, cherry lips, talc powder over truth
"Smile for yourself," She said.
I will not be satisfied until I can leave my home
wearing whatever I please
whenever I please
and not be worried about who I may provoke.
I will not be satisfied until I know
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
I am drunk on you
You make my worlds pin
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i am hungover on you
you said i did it
how?
America the great is what they sayWhere my children are shot down every dayWhen all they want to do is playAmerica the great what does this mean?
Oh, mama
End me because when you sent me to ground, my lungs caved in
I dug my own hole, shovel in hand, but when I looked back at you, mama, you threw me in, and the door slammed shut
Who are you that I let you control me?
Who are you to tell me who to be?
What I wear, who I talk to,
Boy, I thought you knew.
I can't be tied down
I won't be the prize you carry around town
I know the reason for all the hatred.
Cuz I'm an African-American gay chick.
Cuz I don't listen rap.
I listen to rock.
Cuz I want the cheerleader.
Never the jock.
Cuz I am wearing a sweater
I was born in lead that’s what I have learned
You edited my body, and now it’s my turn.
I’ll be my own artist and draw back each line,
Each stroke of courage will emerge over time.
Guns guide your hands and feet
Your ignorance you breathe into the frozen air
The colors are all the same to me
But to you, it is war
Sheltered behind your branches
A marriage is a bond
A bond of agony
Like my own Holocaust
With my criminal
With my inflictor
Teach a girlNo doubt, she is diamond-beautifulInside and out,Because God created herWith a purpose.Break the curse,To crush deadThe tiny mocking voicesIn her head
Uh. Uh. Agency. History. Word. Here we go:
United States, United States
Tryin' to show the world its pretty face
But 'merica's history ain't always a pretty view
Open Zinn and Russell and let's review
Beauty is...
Stretch marks & attempted suicide
Scars,
No longer held hostage behind the
Bars of this oppressive society
Or in your cell, taunted by its ever
My door became a wall.
Tall, concrete, permanent.
You entered without a key, how?
Was my door not locked?
Must not have been, only explanation.
It’s my fault isn’t it?
I have a dream,
That we women don’t have to fear wearing a skirt,
Without being yelled at by a jerk.
I have a dream,
That we women are treated like women not sex slaves.
For example, Blocks.
Stacking rings.
Mr. Potato Head.
(What about Mrs. Potato Head? See what I mean?)
Those Little People that come in a family
their own house
their own car –
This is mine
This is my body. Not Yours.
Don’t get overwhelmed- Im not asking you to keep score.
Just know that this- this is mine.
