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Girls go to college for knowledge, apparently knowledge brings power
Ae mere watan ke logo zara samjho hamari pareshani ek bar ladki bankar dekho phir samjho hamari bebasi . ghar se nikalte hi maa ke mooh par ek hi baat - sambhal kar jana , ane mein mat karna der raat .
"mamá, i’m not a kid anymore!" she raises her right eyebrow in disapproval— the look. clack... clack...clack...
There’s an old phrase that states if only these walls could talk.
Debris of friendships: Tomboy dressed obscure, playing sports while being coy. Girls were damsels, drama queens which I was no part of: you won’t catch me.
Secrets...that's all these girls are. To the boys who keep them on the down low. Boys who will make sure they are number one in the bedroom but once they see you in public you are a stranger.
The first time I grew up, I was ten years old. I was wearing a blood red dress And a wide-eyed, prepubescent smile. My mother bought me ice cream
He spots Her; She notices. He's so fucking hot! She's so damn fine! They meet, they flirt, they hit it off. The pups develop "feelings" for eachother. They hook up, date and fuck.
Sixth grade, middle school,/
Isaac, my siblings, and some other random kids are running in a field. We’re supposed to be playing tag, these kids and I, but my siblings know I don’t run and don’t expect me to.
i am so afraid that all these unfulfilled expectations, meaningless romances, broken promises, are going to turn me so cold that the next person that touches me will freeze
This feeling, it never escapes me. It's always there in my heart. A warmth in my skin, it fills me with glee. It tends to grow; wakes me with a start. Is it her beautiful green eyes?
penetrating glares are pointed my direction, their harsh words whispered to the familiar face their cheap perfume that stinks but attracts nevertheless I taste the horrid bitterness
with their shiny hair and their beautiful laughs being around them is natural haven't i been around them all my life? yet suddenly she is more attractive than the boy with his arm around my shoulder
Sweating and smiling in spaghetti straps blowing bubblegum and peeling it off the edges of their lips, pruned, stretched, flattening it against the backs of their teeth and the corrugated roofs of their mouths.
She is ample long, luxurious locks that unlock me plentiful, sloping curves that my tongue skiis down she provides rich milk nourishing my pounding heart soft, plump lips whispering
the locker room. the catholic confession room for eighth grade girls, only to collect their tears into empty perfume bottles and to be sprayed onto their collarbones.
Arid remarks Shrugged-off side glances Painted with painful disdains Torment and colorful disgust Intrinsically defined by nothing but Side comments and catcalls— Little girl.
when is it my body? when you’re reaping the color of my skin reducing my culture into a category that only accepts squinty eyes and figures so thin
I hate the way she looks; But I want to look just like her. Her olive skin and dark hair, Her hips that curve wider and wider. But that’s her not me. She’s fake but I’m not good enough either.
These are my daughters of a broken heart.
The Older Boys I had always felt younger than all the other boys. My pretty pink Strawberry Shortcake bicycle, and long dirty blonde hair.
"how much is too much" i ask my mirror whilst i cake on the makeup too light for my skin they dont want me because i dont look like them i am the alien with my brown skin and
I need a job I need a life I need you Far from perfect we are born With some of us feeling more privileged than others The one commonality we share is disappointment
She, is a girl. With the prettiest face, The curliest hair, The shiniest skin, The carefree persona She is a Queen.
I don't remember when I first heard the word I don't remember when I first knew what it meant I don't remember anyone telling me
I see her walking down the hallway She doesn't see me Or she does but doesn't bother noticing She's smiling And she's laughing And she's so Happy I wish I could be
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.
Girls are great They have nice hair They wear cute clothes They are super nice They are very smart They're cute. cool
It’s supposed to be a fun night Dancing with friends Hitting on strangers Having a little too much to drink
SHE WANTED THE WORLD IN HER HANDS TO RULE THE LAND AND SEA SHE WANTED THE WIND IN HER HAIR AS SHE SPED IN HER BENZ SHE ALMOST HAD IT ALL BUT THEN SHE MET HIM SHE FELL FOR HIM
Dear whomever, “Dear” can’t encompass you. My greatest, most foolish love Dear isn’t nearly enough Not for you God help me
I am a slut And I refuse to believe that Women have a right to their bodies I realize this may be a shock, but Saying “Don’t Get Raped,” rather than “Don’t Rape” Is a lie, and
dear distraction, don't show your shoulders don't wear low shirts no open-toed shoes don't wear tank tops don't wear skirts no sandals, that's only for dudes
Dear brown girl, They don’t know why You are dripping in melanin And honey and cocoa butter. They don’t know that
Girls are great Girls are so pretty Girls are beautiful Boys are dumb Boys are gross
To the high school girls I know, And the ones I do not, You are so much more than you think, In case you have forgot. You are more than the boy who broke your heart,
The girls wore pink, and the boys wore blue The girls did ballet. and the boys played guitar. The girls wore makeup and jewelry and the boys wore jerseys and Nikes. The girls and the boys
How did you know? The wind stopped howling Flowers blossomed at the stem of my heart Birds sung their song I just knew when she walked by I was living in mental paradise Her hair bounced and swayed
dear boy i almost gave everything to, i am not a glistening bar of solid authentic gold, i am not a crystal clear 50 karat diamond, i am not a smooth pearl that shimmers in the sun. i am a ruby.
I found God in a lover She spoke to me today in breaking voices and calloused hands. Heaven sent freckles dance on my shoulders. We watched the forest burn on tear stained cheeks.
As a beautiful woman jaws drop crooked eyes peel open and cross when vulgarity drips from my mouth my supple lips should not speak with such rage they do not open and close on command
do you remember, when your lips softly brushed mine, and my heart was a bird escaping it's cage, and my soul had wings bursting from my back, because you smelt like cocoa butter and tasted like strawberries,
I wait Wait for the final accolades Instead life hands me a hundred promenades Promenades of infinite choices Appearing in my head as infinite voices
Bitter Sweet Exhaustion I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That beauty is a just shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Dear Beauty, I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
You are not the love interest. You will never be seen under flourescent lights at a party, making others melt into the floor. Nor will you be spotted picking wildflowers in linen along a sleeping stream,
Sisters- If a man ever pleads with you, saying, "It's what all guys do to girls," it is your job to tell him but one thing: be different.
Clasped hands Easy touches My head in your lap Soft words Loud laughs Perhaps this is what love is Secrets uttered
Boys won’t be allowed I want us to party Let us drink Let us smoke We can drink as good as the boys We can smoke as much as the boys
Boys are a gun. Loud, abrasive, harmful, and apparent. Girls are a knife. Silent, gentle, lethal, and hidden. Everybody kills in the game of love.
Because you are you I can't bring my self To be mad at you Everything my heart desires Went in two All I was thinking about was me and you Because I love you
I still love you I still need you Do you love her? Do you need her? Why did you stop loving, stop needing me? The morning comes Head pounding
I fall in love with the way people live The way people are Their eyes and how they crinkle when they laugh The way their hair falls in just the right place The feeling of their arms around you
Daggers of sound Stab the night Like lovers found Cheating. But tonight we live For it. Live like living will Fix the problems, Even tho it won't. We dance with the strobes
I guess i will never know what is is as a result, the're many i can't please. The burden to know you is deep till i find you, i will not sleep. Last summer I thought I almost had you
Aurora is the definition of beauty- skinny and p-r-e-t-t-y. Who needs a personality when men will fall for your appearance? Ariel is selfless and brave.
I am not Cinderella But I happen to have her shoe size A coy smile And I’ve come to the conclusion That this Is enough For a man
I am not Cinderella But I happen to have her shoe size A coy smile And I’ve come to the conclusion That this Is enough For a man
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 times her curly hair flew as she walked Those brown eyes, wondering, waiting For someone to catch her From falling into an abyss of agony. This girl didn't want to grow up and face reality
so it happens again in the dark when the hands are Touching, Grabbing, Choosing, me
You're the one i want to tell all my secrets to I want my fears to dissipate when I'm with you
When I called her beautiful, I didn't just say it. I let it flow from every pore in my skin, every square inch of soul. The word flowed swiftly over my lips like a waterfall,
The Girl Who Was Also a Map It was winter when I first met her I did not quite realize what she was Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
My brain is always three steps ahead of my fingers and my soul is three steps ahead of my brain I find my fingers bleeding from the letters scribbled across veins and tea spills the river of dawn
I am from Cadiz, from the ¨gator pond¨ next to my torn down trailer. I am from dangerous bike rides, dodging trees. From climbing rock cliffs and pulling off ticks.
She sits in the chaos wondering when her misery will end They laugh and stare as she walks down the hall She ask for relief but they can't fathom the thought of making an amend
Sutures heal the wounded but doom the healthy Sutures are more than stitches and seams for injuries seems they can be for hearts too Sew your heart to mine
You told me I couldn'tYou told me I can'tI mean how could I dareWhen the ideas you plant The ideas you shove downMy pretty throat try to chokeTo fill me up withThe negativity you invoke
in today's day and age it's no mystery why girls feel oppressedfor being pulled out of class because of the way they are dressedthe school staff seemingly unable to avert their eyesfrom collarbones, hips, behinds, and thighs overlooking what happe
Soon she will march in through that door, And my head will be struck by the abrupt reminder, A painful thunderbolt reminding me of our repulsive love, The sight of her prompts the formation of indescribable feelings in me.
She was my friend. Blonde, green-eyed, Fair skinned and delicate. She was perfect in more ways then one. And I fell for her. She was a flower, Beautiful and dainty.
He is the crisp air between my browsgolden rays highlightthe brown husks of his eyesthese eyelids flutter closedhis voice humbles me,like the leaves spiraling in the wind(a sound meant only for the moment).
I'm greedy; I know it; I quite like to show it And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy. I give gifts.
Lucy - My love, what a rough day I've had Take me into your arms and hold me tight Don’t let me go till the morning light
Author's Note: This was a poem written by Catrina Sable, a good friend of mine, and myself. Enjoy! Two girls that feel alone Lost in their head Replaying the battles, Hearing the never ending screams,
This is what it feels like to be hurt. To have the breath knocked out of you, Whith a word or two you killed me And as I sit here typing I realize You broke me. I realize you took from me.
Poke andStab andPinch andCutAndLift andPluck andCover upBecause internal beauty isn't enoughAnymoreLess eatingLess sleepingMore doingLess being
Hot kiss in the cold rain.A steady beat of a pulsing vein.The fearful calm of the never the same.The sweet aftertaste of your whispered name. Two extremes inside one heart.
I knew these girls, three born in one day Who spy me in the mirror for I am one of them. Lianna, Kyla and me all three triplets that spoiled my poor mother's fun. For she was a beauty with her black hair
There is a girl With eyes so bright You forget that they're brown There is a girl So full of laughter You forget all she's been through There is a girl So changed, so different
How about we play a game I made it up just for you We'll all run away And you'll be the big scary monster We'll ignore you, avoid you
Watch those eyes,they'll pierce holes in your soul. Watch that smile,It'll cut your heart in half. Be weary of that walk,It'll stop the oxygen in your lungs.
I am a girl. Who feared men her entire life until she tasted one. Her fear turned to envy and became addicted to them and the sense of pride accompanied by their friendship. Pride was the key ingredient in her attempt to conquer.
It's sad when the perso you care about most is the same person who rips out your heart rips it out and just....just...breaks it... she fooled me into believing believing she actually cared
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
She called at four am. Sobbing into the phone, we were both barely past ten. He had touched her with his sweaty hands, and looked at her with his lustful eyes. He had ripped her out of bed,
Dear Buddhist girl, You are so perfect. You are kind, and you are wise. Others may not understand you like I do, But i will always be here to pick you up when you need me.
Who can resist the charm of little girls? With their sweet smiles, their frivolous curls. Faces so young and innocent. Sweet dispositions almost heaven-sent. Little girls,
He called me a hopeless romantic. He said that I was naïve for wanting someone to love me like the sun loves the moon, And he turned up his nose when I said that I wanted kisses like the stars because they are
I am a failure. I am a failure at being honest. I am a failure at being punctual. I am a failure for being jealous. I am a failure for being greedy. I am a failure at drinking too much. I am a failure for sleeping with too many people.
As women and girls of our world today
He said they slept together They believed him
I'm a girl I dont wear Pink I prefer black I'm a girl I don't wear makeup Why cover up something beutiful? I'm a girl I dont talk like a vally girl I talk like a cowgirl
You told me you were flawless. I laughed and called it impossible. Last time I heard it, being flawless wasn’t plausible. Yet you still shouting out “Flawless”, To about 96% of people that could care less.
't u dare blow me a kiss and call me loser. I'm trying to be mad at u but now I'm smiling at a text. U say, 'u can't be mad at me' And I say, 'why's that?'
And I'm a writer build most of my pieces off of experience or imaginary life... what I wish or what has no chances.. my leap of faith in every step I take is where my motivation strives from
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:
Why fails love to be content unto itself? To have loved is to have loved.
There's this girl I know, she made my life change. My friend introduced us one day. Despite looking bad, She must've thought I was rad. We started slow, as friends, not moving fast.
Herr with a mind so complex and a spirit so playful Herr a brain so intriguing and a heart so pure Herr a soul full of love to give and hands full of space i want to fill Herr
I'm losing it for the last time
I'm not sure what it is about her if it's the way she asserts herself and isn't afraid to be honest if it's the way she guards herself like someone who's been hurt if it's the way she seems just so perfect
She looked like a girl from a magazine to happy to be mean her eyes glittered And her smile sparked but no one knew that the glittered eyes cried every night And the sparkled smile didn't work
someone asked me the other day when i told them i was gay if i could really truly prove it and i knew, that i could do it i know from the way i describe the way her hips swing from side
Who am I? Am I perfect No Am I confident No Am I a lier No But I am smart I am unique And maybe a little shy at times I do not fake my personality I show my true colors
When I round the corner, and touch my nose to the real, cold glass of my bathroom mirror, I am faced with everything I've ever tried to cover up. My skin that's pale and reminds me of my father,
We cannot become what we want to be remaing who we are today We wonder why as girls we bring down other girls because we all know how hard being a girl is Expensive makeup is everywhere
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.
My eyes are sore I imagine the red rims where all the thoughts swim and melt into a dream right before me And ignore me, the very part that i've buried with the ribbons and the bows and the fury
So there's this girl right? And she always earns good grades, so they put her down out of spite She's been on the high honor roll for as long as she can remember
in third grade i was the weird girl with glasses freckled face head hung low whispers of "she's weird" "why is she so quiet" i didn't know what self-hate was back then
Everytime I see you my heart skips a beat. Everytime I smell you my mouth waters. Everytime I touch you my fingers tingle. Everytime I kiss you I get butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Everytime I close my eyes I see you.
I like the pretty extensions on my braids, just a dozen of them. They sorta whistle as they swing all over the place. No pictures please. You can keep the selfies.
I see her staring at me Both picking out each others flaws wondering how it could be Thinking about society laws on beauty wishing I could withdraw. I stare at her picking out every beauty mark;
Full of Flaws Practice. Every single day is devoted to rehearsal and practice. Keep your chin up and smile wide, don't let it fall.
I asked him once if he narrates things in his head The way that I do The way that We. Do. "GIRLS," society screams, "LOVELY, LONELY, UNKNOWINGLY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!"
As a seamstress I know my measurements 40'26'40 also known as a perfect hourglass If I were a model I would be considered plus size Knowing such kills my confidece but is no surprise
Eye shadow hides the bruises from the mean girls blush hides the punches from my boyfriends hands lipstick hides the pimple that sprung up over night why do yo wear makeup? you will never understand.
Without a flaw Perfect skin Perfect body Perfect hair It's a girl. We have impossible standards For each other and ourselves. It's not fair
Many girls all dream for this thing:
There's been something weighing on my mind; you see, girls are supposed to be these pretty little things, with ditsy little brains, but what has society's image done to our self-image?
My girls are beautiful Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror My girls are special
Four years. Four years and you're letting go, not me. I desired to keep you. Like the folded up piece of paper that you placed in an envelope and sealed with your wax kisses.
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.
Why do old women wear musky perfume? They are not mothballs yet
This is my body. I do what I want. This is my body, Not your’s. This is my blood. It will shed Only Every month Of my life. This is my body, too.
You will eventually grow Even if it is really slow With this experience you will have learned All the fears will be overturned
Shy is an awkwardness around a person or other people. A Girl is a Blossoming young women. A Shy Girl likes to keep to herself. She is not afraid to be alone.
This one's for the girls because the boys were never good e
WHEN Can your eyes see for sure? If the mind has blind fear, ......but if both are blind, You don’t care it is all dead; Really, in the absence of bright light,
In reference to my looks: I wait, weight, wHATE for the day where my eyes, the world's eyes dont see mychubbythighs squeezed into one size fits all? Five sizes too small for the ethnic girl with the wash and go curl.
He swore there was gold woven through the fabric of her skin, But the slightest ivory phantom slipped out of her mouth. As soon as she understood, she inhaled. "I take it back," she breathed
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.
We are not Women. We Are not Ladies. If the only thing that makes up adults is our age, then we are adults. But we are not Grown Up. We are Girls. And we wont be made Women by Physical Coming of Age.
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
Normal It was being nice and standardizing yourself to fit in But there she sat in her worn out old navy boot legged jeans With her eyes on the board and some ink machine in her hand
She looks in the mirror and paints her face because a painted smile is easier than a plastic one and makeup is cheaper than a surgeon. She’s beautiful and she’s the only one who doesn’t know it. She’s lost in the dark. Running. Searching.
I loved you for all of your hurt and your healing. For all of your barbs and your joys. For all of your ups and down and your blacks and whites and your ability to hold on to things better let go. I loved you for your drama and your emotions.
Dear Joel. You married a gorgeous redheaded girl and I quit loving you the way I have since I was six. You were the first person to show a misunderstood little girl true kindness. You were my hero.
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity On what they think What they say Or what the media portrays And they? They’re the men and also the women
She would trace the outlines of his face while they slept, so she could remeber every detail.
A young girl, dawned in a butter yellow With glitter on her eyelashes and paint on her lips Pushed up onto stage hardly before she even knows how to say no The bright lights beat down upon her startled face
Is it not enough for you that you've ripped my heart out already. You fucking broke it and now you have to step on every single one of the pieces too? Was it never enough for you to just know that I loved you?
The first thing I ever learned from her is that when she says she doesn't care, she's really lying through her teeth.
It’s been long told and thus well knownthat little girls are made of stone.Their little hearts beat for attention,their tears stream down for pure contention;and right behind those giant eyes
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 love the way you talk.
Most of the time We try to look at someone else's eye's Try to understand through their covered lies But what we do not realize Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize When their mama cries
We're expected to not go out alone at night, to close our legs, be feminine, submissive,
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.
Look at me for who I am and not what you want me to be.It isn't fair that
She glows with beauty. She is stronger than anything that comes her way. She is a diamond.
For such a long time, I wished I would feel,
Hello Umm...... I apologize if I'm a bother I usually don't do this because I'm.... Well I get nervous But I just wanted to tell you that you are gorgeous
Little flowers of Nigeria picked ad plucked from their patch a helpless bouquet of reflective eyes, eyes half empty with tears flowers desperate to reroot but the longer we wait
i’ve always been a hopeless romantic,
i’ll tear your touch right off my skin, wipe your kiss off of my lips, blink away all sights of you, rip every little
little fire, lick me with your seductive flames. soothe me with
i once met an angel in a devil's disguise. i could never figure out why he'd cover his wings and replace them with ice-cold shoulders that stung at the touch, or why he traded his warm,
BAD? Girls this generation call their selves "Bad". What is the real defintion of "Bad"? Is it your greatest imagination of perfectioness in physicality and mentality?
I don't have the words anymore. They escape my mind as freely As they once rolled off my tongue. I don't know what happened But somewhere between then and now You took my whole world and flipped it
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school. Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
Do you remember how we laughed all the silly things I'd say how I smiled across the room
Flirting is a dance. A delicate balance of movements and grace using body language and words. A lie within a lie within a lie. You know it's effecting you when you're hyper aware of your pulsing heart.
5'8 107 Pounds 23" waist Yes I'm SKINNY Does my outer appearance bother you? I'm happy with my body rather you like it or not. All you are worried about is TITS and ASS.
Look at her, look at me; its gold, versus silver, the sun against the moon. Where she shines, I am dim; saught after, and alone, the Beauty and the Beast.
I want boys, ones who will touch me,
Too often girls hear the word NO. NO you can't go to school- you're not allowed NO you can't get a job- it's not in our culture NO you can't leave the house- it is too dangerous But I WANT to go to school
I'm back, but I'm falling apart I'm back, but I'm lacking the heart, That I need to keep movingAnd what do I think I'm proving? Starving for attentionReceiving it in the form of tension,
I know it won't be different
In this sea of people their is a desolate dankness in the air. Among the cigarette smoke and liquor evaporating from these young bodies; Her hair, smelling of a new shampoo her friend Hannah suggested,
Here's to the boys that were too young to know. Here's to the boys that haven't yet matured. Here's to the boys that just don't quite know. Here's to the boy that saw something better in her eyes.
She looks up at the clouded sun For the thousandth time today Feels the worlds ambience around her
At a young age your judged by your slicked hair, curly hair or nappy hair. You get picked on by how dark you are, skinny you are and how pretty every one thinks you are.
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable, Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable. I've always wanted to travel the world, Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
Oh My Gosh, I Hate Myself! I am hideously atrocious. Why can’t I look like her? She is gorgeous; a size zero; tall; model-like. Everyone adores her. Why can’t I look like her?
The fact that you're beautiful Doesn't depend on how thin you are, How confident you feel, Or how clear your skin is. The fact that you're beautiful
Mikki and Church It might’ve been her Or the life I lived, But the results were all the same. When I moved to this city It wasn’t just another move, It was the start to a dream
I don’t cry much,
I know girls searching for love under the belt buckles of guys who just called them beautiful Or cute, and go mute when the pursuit of the same type of guy yields the same result Scrubbing the scent of cologne out of their pores
life is bad, It makes no sense, Why would you hate a guy like me? No girl likes me, That I've come to know, But why do they all hate me? That I'll never know. So you tell me,
i remember writingabout these girls,girls who heldtheir goodbyes closerto their lungs thanthe breaths that they used tospeak hello,the girls who had afive-finger discount on
My wish is that the world would squish
I'm not sure what is worse falling out of love or realizing that there's nothing left I wouldn't wish it on anyone, no not even my worst theres too much involved to easily forget
aviator shades cookie cutter heartbreaks petty girls pretty girls and superficial fakes. I've been tring to figure out what it is that makes their worlds go round
To my future daughter You will know that you are a queen from the moment you are concieved till you rest your head against the silk linen of your eternal crib
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
when i see you broken like a glass vase
She cries softly, Tears drive down her cheek. Hopelessness fills her body greatly, And she fears the next encounter. How shall she escape,
You’re acquainted with the fight little girl,
To whom do we owe the pleasure of your enchanting spewing graceful nature? Around which many gather themselves, a crowd to applaud your short comings, and possibly a cheer or two.
On your mark, get set, go. Boom the gun shot I run up fast to catch up to the lead Running in the new shoes that I have bought I have to come in the top four; it's a need
What happened to being
You're on an endless quest of seeking individuality All while trying to contain your fucking sanity. Which is pretty hard when the world's against you. And no one gives a shit about what you been through.
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.
Lovely ladies, In their tiny skirts, plucking out their eyebrows 'til their red skin stings and burns, Lovely ladies, Waiting for the praise, Standing by their lockers waiting on the boys to wave,
Girls represent roses. They need time, patience, and love to grow. Girls should stay away from weeds That hide their beauty.
Selfishness, pride Her ego, her snide Bright blue eyes, Shiny hair Something more lies under there. Happy and giddy, Her grin wide with glee She’s got the sharpness in tounge
A word that many kids seem to take advantage of Who really knows the meaning of love? Teens are too naive to realize the main truth Guys don’t understand the meaning, we aren’t sleuths
As the sunset hits the hills It almost seems the world stands still That’s what happens to me When I see your great beauty I have to thank God you see For the beauty he put in front of me
He's stripped her of her innocence, His touch has darkened. Her internal morals vanished, Her souls' been broken. She remains silent and carries on, But her smile has wilted and gone.
Its was the silent kill. The infinite glare of a million eyes focused on the point of a pin. Its power could fuel a revolution, but would rather push its victims to the deepest pit of denial and thought.
I'll push my heart into hiding. Let it be smothered and suffocated, until it becomes a pearl. The only thing that's shining in the hollow remains of a girl. Being numb felt much better than I could've imagined.
I can't explain it She walks down the hall My cheeks lit up in flames I'm fallin' for that smile Miles and miles of confusion No one expects me to like her because she is a her
Screaming... Yelling... Patience... Squeezing... Pain... Standing Aside... Watching... Feeling Helpless... How can a person sleep through this... Wailing... Aunt looks scared... Hold my hand... "don't TOUCH me!" PUSH... Again... harder...
Insecurities Insecurities is my name, And yes I wear it proud. Don't tell me that I'm not bad, Just look at my style. My profile, is up to date
We are Colored Girls and have not been able to lay in peace since he left us in pieces. He left like he was a six year old boy who had become frustrated because he couldn’t find the missing puzzle piece.
Nobody told me that it was okay to speak my mind Not just the fluffy, fuzzy pieces of my mind But the dark corners, the judgments, the truths that sting red against the skin
Manicure's, Dresses, and High HeelsHidden tattoos, fake smiles, and hearts of steelLocally known to wear a crownThey come from miles around
Why can’t I be pretty mama? Like the girls on magazines Why can’t I be pretty mama? The prettiest girl ever seen Why can’t I be pretty mama? And I catch a boy’s eye Why can’t I be pretty mama?
God had walked away from me that rainy afternoon I do not know why A dark fate awaited me Punishment for girls who walk alone and disobey Reward for Men who drive around looking for their prey
Just waking up on a summer day Maybe it's noon or later okay You stretch for your phone just to see Message Received "Hey it's me(:" Groaning and complaining you reply
It hurt, When you let me go. It hurt,Because I didn’t know It would be so soon I should’ve listened toWhat everyone said. You only wanted one thing.
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,
I'm not the most beautiful girl in the world. & I'm not the smartest. I'm slightly more emotional than other girls I may not have the fattest butt. Nor the biggest boobs.
I shouldnt be here not at all Well thats what they say in the halls Thier hair in high blond ponytails A stain on their high price skirt?! We all here them whail They play all the cool sports
Its simple parts cannot ever redress The mystery that dances across its folds Cloth and thread, no account for the success Which strikes plain garment with magic untold The power it wields to fully impress
She says she strong Since there’s nothing wrong. But, I know better than she. She thinks she higher But she’s a liar The stronger one is me. The one with bruises, Who always loses
Can I tell you a secret? I still want him back. After all this time, I still have things to tell him. I always told him I hated the mountains, But I lied. I love them deeply, passionately, like he did.
I am from sunscreen, From shorts and running shoes. I am from those sunny days. (Windy, hot, sweaty days, my throat like a raisin.)
Math class was boring. History seemed irrelevant. Chemistry was just dangerous. But Literature... She was different. She had rules...but if broken the right way... It was okay. She was exciting.
Some grow out of barbie dollsInto their sports braTo become sport's starsAnd play on the same court with the boy starsSome go from double dutchTo bringing their teams back in the clutch
To the little girls with Hess trucks The ones who though that Power Ranger were cool and Pokemon were too The ones who never really grew out of wearing bagging jeans and t-shirts This is for you.
Remember our finger painting years You and me, You and I Friends... Sharing snacks and having slumbers PJ's and blankets Talking and sharing stories Remember that?
My canvas needs paint My prison needs bars The light sheds through the darkness The darkness that has kept me in the shadows for 9 withering months Paint the colors of the rainbow on her canvas
I’m looking at a generation of girls who reject the word beautiful. Who’d rather be pinned against a wall by boys whose names they won’t remember. They don’t want to remember. Girls who are afraid of butterflies
i'm uneverything . i have been; i will be. strung out on a thin string, but no one seems to see what these differences can bring. like a sweet ocean breeze, the way the rain softly sings,
For all the heartbroken teenage poets whose hearts are filled with unspoken rhymes, for the lovelorn adolescent authors whose beloved words are spoken out of time,
Everytime I see her, I fall in love again, And hope for a time when her and I can be we Slowly I close my eyes, attempting to pretend.
Whirlwind Rivers of twisted emotion, Thoughts of Alabaster and marble stairs Mixed with ashes of ashes of ashes. Of Poor and rich and kings and peasants. And she floats through it all, she
Storm of Ignorance By Lynisha Arceus
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer. The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I. Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
I am nothing. I feel as if I can do no good. I am nothing. I can never love another human being. I am nothing. They can never love me. I am nothing.
Most girls dream of being prom queen I dream of being asked to prom Most girls dream of true love I dream of a simple happiness Most girls dream of living in a mansion I dream of living in house without wheels
Fighter Put on those gloves and I feel the power surge. I feel the lightning in my veins. I hear the thunder in my heart. I become stronger with every drop of sweat. I become faster with every breath.
A song for the brokenhearted. The battered, The bruised. A song for the scared. The trembling, The timid. A song for the fighters. The determined, The brave.
She looks his way, A small, gentle smile on her face. A big, beautiful smile is looking back. She laughs, Though she doesn't know why. “What's so funny?” he asks sweetly. “Nothing,” she replies, smiling.
tell me if those rappers never promote drugs would you be taking them? have you ever asked your self is this really who i am? tell me what good do you get from those songs ?
How To Be Cool At High School (colon): a list that might be more appropriately entitled “How To Survive At High School”. One: Listen to rap music. Two: Like red meat, and also like football –
Be aware if you dare stare i don't care i have everything being my teddy bear its ok if you dont like me but i bet my life you wont doubt me because i have potential like no other
Today I am 17, soon to be 18 and it wont be long until adults will respect me, youth will reflect me. But I just sit here in my room waiting for Peter Pan to come. Before
Just an Accident Happened that day We were playing around So it's all okay But something in my hear Felt like it broke I don't know why No reason or provoke
There are some things girls just didn't know they didn't want to know. Like the way you didn't know you didn't want to know what your parents were doing while you were sleeping Christmas Eve.
Alienated and lonely, Sad and afraid. Speaking out is not an option, help; a foreign word. Touchy hands. Slimy hands. Dirty hands. Rough hands.