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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
(America Poem) a Quartet of horse-Men/Women/People/Children of Apathetic Apocalypse! and redemption-
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 sitted 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
From a ripe age we are told to hold our tongue,quell our thoughts, and listen to the adults but I will stay silent no more With a pen in my hand and paper beneath
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
I Am Not a Feminist by Toyosi Begbaaji I will never say that I am not a feminist. Because there are still women today Who feel an obligation To provide satisfaction for men
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—
Women are delicate flowers that break with the movement of wind, a simple touch and we fall apart. We come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors
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.
I see a group of boys laughing.Every time they hear a girl panic and blurt out "I have a boyfriend".
He looked down and sighed while flipping through paperwork. It was almost as if the demons clinging to my body were too ugly for him to look at. An eyesore laden burden. "What were you wearing?"
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,
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
An open letter to the catcallers, butt-pinchers, hand groopers, and excesive sexual content broadcasters, Stop. We've asked nicely. Ignored you. Spoken softly. But we are tired. I am tired.
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.
Those girls walking down the street did they have it coming? Those girls with their friends did they have it coming? Those girls with short skirts on did they have it coming?
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"
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
Though time had promised to tend these festering wounds, I still find myself amidst the rubble of years that have passed which only cuts deeper into my skin. Taller and heavier the rubble grows.
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
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
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.
in history class we learn that women have never been equal to men in science the teacher tells us that women are fragile not only our bodies, but our spirits can be easily crushed
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,
Man comes from a woman, Learns his tongue from a woman So I don’t get why he still lies to his woman Maybe it’s because mendacity starts with men, This has been the trend for thousands of years.
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