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My lists bring me closer to perfection, Or at least lead me in the right direction. To be the perfect woman, Requires much dissection. How you walk, how you talk, and the clothes that you wear,
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds. I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
From jelly sandals to heels and stilettosFrom giggles to bedroom sounds and echoesI couldn't wait to grow up,but little did I know that this adult world was so fucked up
The creator of life Feeding hungry children From her own breasts. Nursing those who are sick Back to their health.
Close your nosy eyes Open them and rise upward Stand up for women
Poetry Written As Performed.   I am 1 in 4. Not 1 in 4 to rebel against my parents and dye my hair a crazy color.
Woman, Girl – Lift up! For far too long your shoulders have bent forward from the weight of the despair of injustice, inequality, mistreatment, ignorance, devalue, degradation and disregard.
You water me with your reassurance You made me feel beautiful You dowzed me with sun You forgot to water me  You left me to welt You told me I was pretty  Yet you left me out to welt
You hit verbally  with all actions  and i wont tell family cause god knows what happen. i steadly stay packing yo im lacking  i rewind go back in the door like nothing never happened.   
  Dear men, Women are celestial beings, molded with care Though only when a man shines his focus upon us, are we made aware Though we were always there   It’s in our DNA
Dear makeup wipes, You cracked the warm beige – no medium – foundation And chipped at it With your chipping fingernails, Whispered in my ear that you loved the toxic red armies
Dear Aidoneus, Goddess of death! Za, God of men! Why must you sit on your ligneous chairs drenched in ichor?
Extraordinary   Picture a first generation girl. Her parents, never finished high school. Her older brother, spent the first 8 years of his life without seeing his father
Dear Life Problems,    Why don't you understand? I want to be me!  But, why do you try to take over my life? You don't understand. It's gone too far! It stops here, now! You cross the line.
The Beast was mean, but then he turned kind. I came clean, I wanted him to be mine. Happily ever after, you say? Maybe so. But each and every day, I wonder if I should have said no.
I am a host for a parasite, A parasite whose disease has sucked on my mind, Leaching my hope, Leaching my sanity, Raping me of all personality.
America the great The beautiful The selfish The blind The ignorant When will you realize that women are much more More than
Hello, I'm Diamond, or at least I would like to be, If I told you that I was, you would have to believe me. But I could be someone else, An imposter or traitor, criminal or spy,
Every morning, I wake up with a lighter heart. I no longer bare any resentment. Because here I lay, Reminiscing each day Remembering how I fell to you. How dumb was I?
They see my smiles beaming, my laughter singing as I rejoice in the beauty that is life “Little Miss Sunshine,” they say. 
I am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
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-
Who am I? Who are you? What are we? I love you  and you love me but we are both trapped in our imminent dreams. As different as we are our dreams are one in the same.
There are two queens In my kingdom  There are two queens In my kingdom, you see   There are two queens And nobody is the 'man' In our damn relationship Do you need basic definitions?
She gets up."The world is brigher at night,"she would remark with a laugh,but it meant more than whather smile hid.
Put the food down, Girls look better thin. Don't frown, Smiles always win. Don't cry, People will think you're insane. Look away from football, Let boys enjoy their game.
I don't need a Hercules who is in love with himself I don't need a Zeus who will just prop me up on the shelf I don't want Hermes since he's always on the run
The meaning of identity  is having a close similarity affinity  identifying oneself to another  idea. To be  or not is no the same  you see to be means
On female privilege:
She was a brick wall. No one could get through to her She had the personality of a lioness. Anyone who dared to tempt her, she would devour. She saw no one as competition               
Just one, I'm a few, No family too, Who am I? I don't know   I am a single mom I am a married mom  I am also a Scientist That will find a cure I am also a cop
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.
What's life without an aim
I want to be free
Red lips licked  As loose locks  Cup curve of hips    Red wine sips  Glass rim sings,  Touch of fingertips 
Because I am female I am flawless I am the yin To the yang I create balance In the universe
I'm listing in these waters of oxidized dust,
"Speak softly, moon faced child, so that they do not hear you when you quiver. Let your inhibitions ride you like a dog,
I never meant to use a filter I didn’t think I did. Look at me and tell me what you see
When hearts are breaking and feelings are getting removed, what else is left to do but put the pedal to the medal and say no love no love. Why else would I stay or why else would you leave?
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
Salt drops form on my forehead. Eyes burn through my determination. Leaving me stronger than ever. The piercing screams "LETS GO" ices my warm heart and chills my spine. Determined.
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
This word I hear that burns my ears This word THOT meaning 'That Hoe Over There'.   The disrespect slandering the female race also describes the male who's always up for a chase.
How, why, was that who I am?
Little girl grown, how you toss and turn in your bed while images of him plague your sweet mind.In the night-time you see his face.
Female, Is not synonymous, With quiet. I came into this world kicking and screaming, and I don't plan on stopping, anytime soon.   Because female,
We learn what we are taught. We use crayons to draw up a life that’s already been planned in permanent ink. But we still try.
  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. 
She cries when no one is watching She acts like everything is okay She lets you think that she is strong  When deep down inside she's nothing but torn   She keeps her distance
1. I was supposed to be a boy.   Doctor’s conceptions and my family’s history stated That only two girls had been born into the Shepardson family in three generations.   I was going to be a boy.
Who Am I? Confused, Terrified, Unworthy Inside Smiles, Bright, Cherished Outside Does everyone think this way or Is it just me? As the starting point of a child's book is about to unwrap here to see. 
A warm chilly evening filled with much charm,while inside a young couple was in each other's arms.A blazing fireplace crackled that made the air wamwhile on TV a soap opera performed.The woman was pale and not feeling too good;The man wanting to h
She doesn't like the rain It washes up what once was sunk Dodging drops, all in vain No, she doesn't like this rain The shore littered with memories, pain She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
She
Placed Prominently In permanentPerpetually Painful Positions; What is women?  
My brother Make your legacy live in history The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities, And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters you see..
I am not African American, I am not Caucasian, I am not Asian, And I sure as hell am not other. I’m just human.   But, where is that box I can check? The bubble I can circle in?
The warmth of the sun is reflected in my skin We have sepia tones and copal brown skins Enriched melanin From a young age we learn and encourage to Take pride in ourselves
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say, Girl!  You will never get a man with that hair. 
He had the eyes of Horus that blended perfectly with his bronze skin and thick coiled hair. He resembled an Egyptian God. Someone who live their life with such lawlessness and anarchy.
He had the eyes of Horus that blended perfectly with his bronze skin and thick coiled hair. He resembled an Egyptian God. Someone who live their life with such lawlessness and anarchy.
He had the eyes of Horus that blended perfectly with his bronze skin and thick coiled hair. He resembled an Egyptian God. Someone who live their life with such lawlessness and anarchy.
The scent of the juice of apples on her breath mixes (by 10pm) with the café cigarettes & coffee in her hair   And she told us that when she dreams, she goes to every country on Earth,
Your eyes scream at me, through the magazine. Are you happy? Do you think I cannot see the photo shopping of your human traits? People are picking and choosing what is the best side of you to sell to the world
For the "I Am... Scholarship Slam."   We write, we hide, we live our lives in coffee shops, sippin' tea from little mugs, stains on our teeth, contemplating the meaning of life.  
Everyone keeps staring at me My belly swells and my feet hurt I didnt ask for this change I didnt ask for this experience stop staring at me please judging me in your head whispers in the shadow of my back
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up We change our texture because it’s not desirable We dye it as the trends change And we die a little more ourselves each time
Selfish. Skin on skin My heart beats out of my chest And into your hands. Beads of sweat form, over populating my skin As I fight the urge to draw you in. You breathe me in. Inhale my flesh.
So this guy had a problem. More specifically, he had a problem with me and was asking questions about my mentality, trying to make me realize that it's no use being a writer
It gets to me when you wanna be with someone that is too hurt to be happy with you. When they wanna be with you, but they dont, "but they do, but they dont", confused on wat to do.
In the mind of my mother dishes are cleaned and neatly stacked all on her account. His dress shirts are washed and neatly pressed in great, abundant amounts. In the mind of me
I wake up in the morning A big smile on my face I hear your little giggles Time stands still for a moment As I gaze upon your beautiful face Oh my little baby You'll never understand
You came into my life so clear, so bright while others passed by, you chose to stay waited out the ride slowly peering out inch by inch slowly creeping out exposing more and more
Your words meant a lot to me... but now they mean nothing... you told me I was different... I believed you because your words meant something... but now they mean nothing...
is it possible to be addicted to somebody? if so, is it possible to stay in love with them? to never fall out of love with them? to have them stay on your mind...forever? constantly invading your space
Memories and memories running through my head. I hate thinking of all that you said. All those lies and all those words didn’t mean a thing. I used to think you were my everything.
There is no light to light up my night, I Live in darkness, There is no light. My life is lonely, My life is tight You are miles away, You are my life I can't express emotions, I can't even write
I am so broken. I have this hole in my heart. It’s aching to be fixed. I want to find someone who won’t leave me or make me broken.
Sometimes relationships can be difficult. Trying to work things out might not come clean. All the drama and arguments is nothing new. Everyday is just another bad day. People always have feelings for each other.
With all the pain, and struggles, and tears I’ve cried. It’s all building up, I can no longer hide The slits on my wrist Nor the bruises on my body. I pray one day I can meet that somebody
Anastoria Walton Full Sail University C/O 2014
I loved the way you held me I loved the way you cared I loved the way you say nothing and at me you would stare
Love...what is it with you and me? Did I offend you? Because lately you've been my enemy That's the only way it would seem Do I not ask why enough? Or is it that I don't nag over unnecessary stuff
You, Me, Were truly like a mystery, One day you hate me, The next you don’t, One day I hate you, The next I don’t, It’s not always clear what you’re thinking,
It all starts with love Or should one call it lust The man brings flowers and everything above, LOVE He makes the relationship feel as if it is filled with TRUST The woman is in love, dangerously in LOVE
What is love? Does everyone feel it differently? Or do some not feel it at all? How do we know when it's real? Or is it all just a fantasy? What is love?
He used to be my hero Now he is my pain I used to be a pawn chess Used inside his game I used to be his lover, his smile, and his heart Now I'm not his sunshine, he left me in the dark
I want to see you. Not the pin-up, cardboard cutout you parade past strangers. Not the watered-down, ever changing version of yourself you tailor to each person you know.
Though I long to be in your precious embrace I long to hear your sweet voice and even when I long to feel you by my side I know im not alone because even though your not hear in whole I still feel your soul watching
My big heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, I felt as if my life was over, my best friend was gone. You were the only guy I’d ever loved, the only guy I knew how to love.
The intoxication of your being Has me drunken in a stupor Lost in your eyes and in your smile Unknowingly driving me wild With a yearning to touch the deepest
Here we are Here we stand We are living out God's own plan We are the children of the dream I don't need another new year to start a change I am a change
Blatant like a beat Driven with strong emotions Distant in the night
It is August of 2012 and I walk through your memories, a museum. My feet pace the floor where yours once did, a battleground. I gaze at your portrait and into your eyes, silent. In the election of 2016 I will vote.
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.
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