girlpower
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Young girls do grow to be Queens.
They sprout from all the good stuff that compose dreams.
Even if they’ve been through the stuff that compost greens.
Young girls do grow to be Queens.
They sprout from all the good stuff that compose dreams.
Even if they’ve been through the stuff that compost greens.
Young girls do grow to be Queens.
They sprout from all the good stuff that compose dreams.
Even if they’ve been through the stuff that compost greens.
Finding your own journey asset
With your eyes closed
We just have to go on
Just go on;
The road is unknown but
They all stare
Watching closley with determined eyes.
"Why must she be so good?" They say,
Hopefully she fails some day.
They smile at her, wave even,
Behind it all is a wish
They all stare
Watching closley with determined eyes.
"Why must she be so good?" They say,
Hopefully she fails some day.
They smile at her, wave even,
Behind it all is a wish
Do not tell me I should of been raised to protect myself
When you were never raised to respect me.
Do not tell me I should of worn less clothes
When you wore less than I had on.
Cunning, yet sweet, deceitful, but kind
Please don't hurt her glass mind
Cold to the touch and clear to understand
She hopes no one sees the cuts she has
The ones she makes with her very own hands
I am a fucking phoenix.
You can tear me down
You can burn my body
Leave me in the ashes of memories
And even blow them across the floor
Dear Oppressor,
I would like you to thank you.
Your mind may be orchestrating millions of ideas on why I would be saying thanks.
Why would she thank her oppressor? Is she crazy?
This overwhelming tension is so blissful.
How your soul is not resentful.
You're the definition of freedom, unique spirit that's so seldom.
Exterior of a goddess, superiority on every asset,
i am more
than just an object.
more than just a victim of being "DTF".
i am more
than the label
slut.
Once Upon a Time
In a castle on a hill
Lived a princess of nursery rhyme
Who changed her life with an iron will
Cinderella a classic story
A cinematic hoot
From Grimm her tale is gory
Once there were two rival princes
Who lived on opposite fences
One was named Alex
The other Theodore
And the only thing they had in common
Was that they both were a bore
Between her lack of skepticism... and her incessantly confidence is where I gain my joy. Her sweet proficiency and expertise, something like the mastery, of the chaos of what is surround us is where I get aroused. The juices from her brain that
I am who I want to be.
I am a believer (not a bieber fan)
I am a survivor.
I am a beautiful female.
I am a sensible teenager.
I am runner.
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
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
The world tries to sell girls a plethora of lies:
“You’re too fat.” “You’re too short.” “He’ll think you’re ugly.”
Please, don’t put on a social disguise.
Piles of eyeliner, hair dye, lipstick, and blush
These eyes see farther than most
They can see right to your soul
But most importantly, they see the future I demand
This vision is scary to some who cannot understand
Power, power is what I have
Track records are damning, They slip into the folds of your skin like bar codes of your past.So that the technology of our future generations may simply blink to download them. Tracks records are the tattoos of prostitution to a prior cause.
1) I may be cheating by counting you. Romance doesn't mean much in
the seventh grade. We held hands once during a bus ride, your palms
were sweaty. I didn't mind.
Don't look at me with hope.Don’t look at me with the shine of foreveror the gloss of happily ever after’s.Don’t touch me with the ghost of your lipsor the whisper of your fingertips.Not with the gasps
Remember me ?
it has been a while since you last glarred you heaven blue eyes into my crystal clear soul
years since your devilish grin capture my glance
Do you remeber me ?
Take a seat, let me refresh your memory
Look at those matted strands upon your head
Spots on your face like a dalmatian
Your knees knock knocking while you clamber
down the street
You ! Yea you
I see you
