'feminism' 'women'
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To love her takes time
It's taken to much time to find mine
With every loss she'll sit and cry
She's loved alot and can't deny
With everyday there's things to think about
Here I am, here I lay, the safety of my home, the safety of my ways.
On my couch, where I lay, it swallows me whole, just like the good old days.
I am that. A female
But that’s all you see
You see my body and crave it
Yet if I give it to you I’m a “slut”
I am a woman.
A man grabs me and calls me beautiful
I hold my baby as my husband leaves me
He leads me to his car after drugging my drink
Women aren’t better than menwe stand on the same groundwe can do what they can women aren’t weaker or less important we want to be treated the samehuman is all of our name
Imagine
Moving to a strange country.
You're so young and get married so abruptly,
To a man you were forced to love, and you're going to have a baby.
You move from Italy to Queens, where the people are pretty shady
Women get discriminated since birth and are treated differently than her brother
But they don't make noise like men!
She grew from soil and bone -- all by the hands of the old man.
She wished to leave and learn the world,
So, cursed from her homeland,
Old Gardner thrust her from her roots.
The word "misnomer" trails my path,
As I spread my bare arms infront their eyes.
The gaudy colours shout out unsophistication
The avaricious dresses berating those succulent curves
We are women of colour
living in a world of terror
We sometimes feel inferior
Useful only for our exterior
Momma always tried to take care of me
She would say “wear longer shorts”
Or check if my black leggings were dark enough
תשובה (Teshuva)
The truth is, I am not sorry.
I will not apologize
For the skirt that hangs above my knees
Or the lipstick tinged with feminism.
I will not sit shiva
Grow up,
Stop looking at things so close up.
I sat the bench all season of Field Hockey,
Some said it's because I'm not too jockey.
I watched my friends run and play,
While I sat there feeling gray.
My life has been anything but comfortable.
I starved myself, cut my wrists and tried to find anything punishable.
As a little girl you filled shelves with love, you never imagined it get so tough.
Richard Lee, Robert E Lee’s brother
The man who raped his slave
His slave, my great great great great grandmother
My blood is the blood of the oppressor but also the survivor
I thought I was fine
That the world I lived in was divine
Until I realized it was being covered by blinds
I'm not enough I'm told
because I'm a woman expected to fold
but I'm sick of not being enough
As I get older
My eyes get wider
I can see the world
As its meant to be seen
The world is cold and dark
The new is bleak and stark
As I understand more
My hopes grow dim
Predatory glares in her direction since she was eleven
By men old enough to be her father,
Turning safe places into distressed memories.
I am a triple threat
Yes I am a triple threat
I sing, do art, and dance with no regret
Yes I am creative and love to express
But being a triple threat comes with stress
You must always to dress to impress
I see her
A girl, a small ignorant girl
Looking back at my eyes
She’s angry, she’s sad
She’s crying, she’s mad
Because inside her, her spirit dies
You are alive
you are alive
so produce some light
you are alive
so make your own fight
you are alive
so make you, you
RuthFriedaSojournerHarrietJaneGloriaSusanSimoneSallyRosieOctaviaMayaMargaretJaneIsadoraEmmelineElizabethAudreAmeliaAdaEvery day I say these namesThe namesOf strong WOMENNot of strong menBecause the men's stories become the same over time. But not
Her name; an important presence
Polite, Reserved, and Proper:
The smokescreen of authentic identity
With cracks at the edges of an unceasing mold,
to be strong they say,
is to be independent.
to not need help, to not need the dreaded opposite:
men.
estrogen and testosterone cannot unite, they say,
that only a traitor would lend a helping hand,
I am the written woman
matron and maiden
breathing through epistolary pages
declared, written, whispered in your insanity and passion
