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Older? How did I know that I was older? When I could no longer walk alone, Without a grown man’s shadow hanging over my shoulder. Feet a size ten with a height slightly over five,
are you high?
I danced without passion,For I could not show passion as I did not belong here,I could not bear the gazes piercing me,I sang and twirled with my eyes shut,
The haze Thats how it starts Blurry days She doesn’t know how to part The bottle in her hand is her savior She cant take back the memories of fear She couldn’t control her behavior
Speak Up, Speak Out silence is emptiness emptiness left by our own inaction inaction leads to no where Speak Up, Speak Out nothing said is nothing done why wait years Speak Up, Speak Out
Ate my words,I'd lost them.It was the boy who wastoo lanky,too small,too young,too pureand probably too much the theatre teacher's sonto harass me.
I’ve always worn sweaters in the summertime No matter if cloudy or skies full of shine Sweating down my back, I smiled like I knew it Was cool. Walking alleys, crossing streets, Neutral, just to get through it.
It’s supposed to be a fun night Dancing with friends Hitting on strangers Having a little too much to drink
Hello world, I'm living in fear. He won’t stop. Escaping, Hiding. Again and Again. Reporting, Ignoring. Running scared.
Another black man is killed Another trans kid commits suicide Another woman is sexually harassed Aren't we just statistics In the sadistic game of life?
It's not the same, he says. It's not worth the same fight, it doesn't mean the same thing, it doesn't hurt the same way. Except every now and again I hear a man yelling after me, I'm a bitch,
#MeToo for every time her hair wrapped my fingers, and her body hugged the cold rim of the toilet, because you decided she wasn’t drunk enough. #MeToo, for all the accidental grazes,
I cannot sleep for saddness nor for ill thoughts I cannot sleep for grief in my heart and pain in my mind There is a sickness in my drumming on my skull NO NO NO played over again
He told me I was “pretty” as he brushed my bangs back. He told me I should be “his” as he wrapped his arm around me tightly. Cute, right?
Cheyann Washington_ connections / humanities Is it okay? Is it okay to call me out of my name? Like baby, Lil mama Screaming for my attention
The Irony in Having the Name “Hope” H.C. My name is Hope and I may be white But that does not mean that I am blind To the violence To the discrimination
My generation has been bred into stupidity A government issue codependency High on freedom then drowning in debt I still can’t balance a checkbook yet
7:00 am My alarm screams at me like a tea kettle wanting to be taken off the burner.
It’s that punched in the stomach about to throw up stressed out kind of feeling That way they looked at you made your skin crawl kind of feeling That kiss you never saw coming and by the time you realized what was happening
Jumping from my car I grab at stuff spilling away from my grasp And I do my best to avoid the unmake-upped gaze That undoubtedly would appear in the rearview In a half jog I pass a middle-aged man
No Doesn't mean Try to change my mind Or try again. It doesn't mean Repharase the question, Or Tell me come on. It doesn't mean pressure me By saying it's been a month
Dear boy with the alluring smile, Thank you for taking away my trust once again:
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 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
In this body I feel nothing but lust A single touch or look Will give me a rush I won't care for you tmrw I won't dream of you tonight
In this big frightening world Lives a lonely closed off girl Though that’s only how she feels The pain seems so real To walk around everyday And to feel as if there is no true way
People ask why I'm terrified of snakes, never touching them, Why I will never be too close to them, so I tell them why.
One falls from the sky
He appears weak on the outside. Slow on the legside. And smiles on the faceside. His mind is still capable Of what? I dont't know. Finally my ears hear what he thinks.