michaela-s - Hello Poetry

My Payless shoes hit Newport ground Stomping, scraping, scuffling Through high society. Talk of politics- Our coffee is cold Adjust the thermostat- Our president is a hero White walls and cars And waves of people. I feel my weight, The yellowing teeth on my tongue. I remember Walking here When I was a kid. I laughed louder And ate more And didn't wear shoes.

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Dec 9, 2022

Dec 9, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC

michaela-s

A Walk Through High Society

My Payless shoes hit Newport ground Stomping, scraping, scuffling Through high society. Talk of politics- Our coffee is cold Adjust the thermostat- Our president is a hero White walls and cars And waves of people. I feel my weight, The yellowing teeth on my tongue. I remember Walking here When I was a kid. I laughed louder And ate more And didn't wear shoes.

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i shaved off all my hair i thought it was some feminist statement i thought it was an outer expression of an inner revolution but now i avoid mirrors and wish to god i could afford a decent wig i gained 50 pounds i thought i was saying f*ck diet culture to the man i thought i was just allowing my body to self-soothe but i fantasize about the times i used to think i was fat at least she had hair i climb into my bed and wish i hadnt thrown out my cigarettes and wish i had hair and wish i was small again and wish i could just sleep for a few more years.

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Apr 3, 2019

Apr 3, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC

michaela-s

hit snooze

i shaved off all my hair i thought it was some feminist statement i thought it was an outer expression of an inner revolution but now i avoid mirrors and wish to god i could afford a decent wig i gained 50 pounds i thought i was saying f*ck diet culture to the man i thought i was just allowing my body to self-soothe but i fantasize about the times i used to think i was fat at least she had hair i climb into my bed and wish i hadnt thrown out my cigarettes and wish i had hair and wish i was small again and wish i could just sleep for a few more years.

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I need feminism because men are more upset about people saying "all men" than they are about the fact that 1 in 4 women will be ***** in their lifetime. Not harassed, not catcalled, ***** And that is not okay. I need feminism because out of the four women I speak to everyday two of them have been ***** and all four of them can't walk to their car without sticking their keys through their fingers to feel the slightest inclination of safety. I need feminism because the other day in my math class a student said "She was asking for it" and the teacher agreed. I need feminism because when my father wasn't drinking he was telling me to be a man. I need feminism because the way my father taught me to treat women was to get them drunk. It's not his fault, he knew no better. I need feminism because my father knew no better.

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michaela-s

Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC

jeremy-duff

I Need Feminism Because My Father Didn't Know Any Better

I need feminism because men are more upset about people saying "all men" than they are about the fact that 1 in 4 women will be ***** in their lifetime. Not harassed, not catcalled, ***** And that is not okay. I need feminism because out of the four women I speak to everyday two of them have been ***** and all four of them can't walk to their car without sticking their keys through their fingers to feel the slightest inclination of safety. I need feminism because the other day in my math class a student said "She was asking for it" and the teacher agreed. I need feminism because when my father wasn't drinking he was telling me to be a man. I need feminism because the way my father taught me to treat women was to get them drunk. It's not his fault, he knew no better. I need feminism because my father knew no better.

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they laugh at my use of the word 'feminism' it makes me different, makes me unique. a woman asking for a voice is like a child asking for a gun. they cringe at my use of the word 'feminism' it means i am angry, means i must be gay. a woman demanding respect is like a beggar asking for more than you're comfortable giving. i want to feel safe, i want to be acknowledged, i want to be valued, to be seen as a whole person, not an object of ****** desire- a mother, a wife. i want to go a day without my validity being questioned, but i am just a girl, and that's not how things work.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC

michaela-s

fem

they laugh at my use of the word 'feminism' it makes me different, makes me unique. a woman asking for a voice is like a child asking for a gun. they cringe at my use of the word 'feminism' it means i am angry, means i must be gay. a woman demanding respect is like a beggar asking for more than you're comfortable giving. i want to feel safe, i want to be acknowledged, i want to be valued, to be seen as a whole person, not an object of ****** desire- a mother, a wife. i want to go a day without my validity being questioned, but i am just a girl, and that's not how things work.

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Underwater there is no sound. No echoes of voices and hatred and loud Screams of past loves that knock on the door. Deep under water, that's all from before. There, you breathe - in and out in and out. There are no consequences, no shame, no doubt. There I am free. Yet It remains. A soft, subtle beat. No matter the pain, regardless of name, it remains. It just Won't Go Away My heart kept beating, Though I begged it not to stay.

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michaela-s

Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC

wildflowerwords

UNDERWATER

Underwater there is no sound. No echoes of voices and hatred and loud Screams of past loves that knock on the door. Deep under water, that's all from before. There, you breathe - in and out in and out. There are no consequences, no shame, no doubt. There I am free. Yet It remains. A soft, subtle beat. No matter the pain, regardless of name, it remains. It just Won't Go Away My heart kept beating, Though I begged it not to stay.

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i go back sometimes to when you were love to me, the first introduction i'd ever have to intimacy. i go back to two months ago, when we held hands for the last time, denial of what would happen the minute we walked outside. we let love control us, we let lust contort us, we let ourselves become dependent on a relationship with an expiration date. i go back to two days ago, when you told me we couldn't be friends. i remember intermittently, the warmth that i felt.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC

michaela-s

Going Back

i go back sometimes to when you were love to me, the first introduction i'd ever have to intimacy. i go back to two months ago, when we held hands for the last time, denial of what would happen the minute we walked outside. we let love control us, we let lust contort us, we let ourselves become dependent on a relationship with an expiration date. i go back to two days ago, when you told me we couldn't be friends. i remember intermittently, the warmth that i felt.

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There is violence In this silence In the words that you don't speak Accusation In excommunication That lasts for months and weeks

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Jun 10, 2016

Jun 10, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC

michaela-s

Silence

There is violence In this silence In the words that you don't speak Accusation In excommunication That lasts for months and weeks

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I realised, in light of the way you came and went, When breaking up with someone you love, the last thing you want is consent.

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC

michaela-s

Disagree with me

I realised, in light of the way you came and went, When breaking up with someone you love, the last thing you want is consent.

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He is a force of nature. He sweeps through cities, countries, hearts.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC

michaela-s

Untitled

He is a force of nature. He sweeps through cities, countries, hearts.

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I'm afraid that you've whispered into my veins, that you've spoken into my skin. And if life has its way and you go away, I'll be left with this burning within. My hands are yours now, you belong in my arms, and my body is broken into what stays with me, as it has to be, and, darling, what misses you.

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Dec 17, 2015

Dec 17, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC

michaela-s

D

I'm afraid that you've whispered into my veins, that you've spoken into my skin. And if life has its way and you go away, I'll be left with this burning within. My hands are yours now, you belong in my arms, and my body is broken into what stays with me, as it has to be, and, darling, what misses you.

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