when i was 4 i was ashamed of feminity
when i was 5 i started comparing myself to other girls
when i was 7 i weighed myself on a daily basis
when i was 8 i thought that if i wasnt skinny i wasnt beautiful
when i was 10 i learned the word ****
when i was 12 i hurt myself because i didnt think i was good enough
when i was 13 i wore a shirt that showed my shoulders in school. i was told i was asking for it
when i was 14 i had to go to a psychologist because my self esteem was so low i wanted to die
i still cant wear a skirt without someone commenting on its length
i still cant speak my mind and have a man take me seriously
i still cant mutter the word "feminism" without a boy looking at me like i'm ****
i still look in the mirror and hate myself
i still wonder if im asking for it
i still worry about walking the streets alone and my brother never did
i still get asked why i need feminism
because being called a girl is an insult
because men STILL think its all about men
because im more worried about being ***** than how my grades are
because no matter how smart i am, a boy is somehow better
because girls still die everyday as feminism is disregarded
because feminism is "a joke"
because "why isnt it called equalism?"
because i feel that we are worth it
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
i identify with flowers a lot
not because theyre beautiful and
lively and independent
but because i am weak
and i am wilting
and im waiting for someone to pick me
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
tired eyes
butterflies
cuts are healing on my thighs
starting to feel like im
alright
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
if you looked right into my eyes
and said i was beautiful
without hesitation
i would look straight back into your eyes
lean in close
and say you're a liar
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
i really love him
but theres restraints
miles and miles
a w a y
i miss him without even
losing him
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
i fell, i fell, i fell
why didn't you try to catch me
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
i wonder
how do my words effect you?
your words to me
are little bullets
making holes in my skin
it's hard to forget them
they just dig in so deep
scraping my bone
and my soul
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
deeper down i dug
telling you everything
did you care
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
their toxic vibes are
sending off triggers inside of my mind
bam bam bam
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC