Somewhere between 

Here 
and
There,

I became less involved in 
what I looked like

and more invloved in
what I felt like. 

As young women we are taught not to talk too much.
Don't share too much.
Not too many opinions, no.

Bad girl.

We are taught to care more about our hair
then the words that are censored from our speeches
because
women should be fragile, quiet, and tamed, yes.

But don't worry, I won't beg too much or ask for your attention, no. 

My words will DEMAND your attention. 

Less base and more
foundation.

Less blush and more
fury.

My "perfect shade" is the one in which you stand under to hear my cracked lungs BELLOW my thoughts aloud. 

Inbetween 

Here
and
There

I found myself in the words of women who are too afraid to speak for fear of being called 
"bitch"
in place of 
"dominant."

Somewhere between 

Here
and
there

I discovered the world has less to do with beauty
and more to do with words, but when left unspoken we become phantom mannequins,
haunted not by what we said in a moment of passion
but by what we didn't say in a moment of hushed silence.
 

So I speak.

I bark like the bitch I am for all those who are silenced daily, less they be forgotten.
The bitch can stand alone while the Alpha Wolf still needs his pack to lick his paws.

The bitch bites harder. Barks louder.
The bitch is not admired for her fluff but for her honesty. 

Inbetween

Here
and 
There

I remembered what it felt like to speak again, hear the rumbling power of my voice.

Without the blackout bumpers I feel built
and
beautiful when I speak for those who've lost thier voices 
In
the megaphones of misogyny. 

Somewhere between

Here
and 
There

I became less Barbie and more Bitch. 
I did not fall for the lipstick traps shoved down our throats to make our words pretty
from the inside out.

Good girl.

Now hear me howl.