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 Jan 2016
svdgrl
Somewhere along the long stretching lines
of misogyny and misunderstanding,
******* and child-******* became
false-terms that were accepted by the masses
to describe small exploited human beings,
survivors.
and **** became a title boys and men aspired
to achieve, and not quite directly the
selfish manipulative sociopathic ****
that it really entailed.
Thank you, Curtis Jackson.
In case no one has screamed it enough,
It's January 2016 folks.
Let's place ourselves in some perspective.
The stories are never just one,
but I'm getting angry and I'm fortunate
enough to be able to speak.
I've got privileges that need to be checked,
too.
Let's check off the privilege that I haven't been abducted
or coerced at 12 by he who claimed that I was wise beyond my years,
and plucked out of my family to do his bidding
under the guise of a mature relationship.
He's 26, but all I can see is the fact I could be older
than the other girls. An old soul in a small pre-pubescent body.
Which is what they tell you to make you feel special.
Let's check off the privilege that
I'm not given those funny feeling drugs to help me
cope with pain of losing my "virginity" to a high-rolling old man
who was fond of his size.
Let's check off the privilege
that even if I do manage to escape the slavery that I'm put in,
I'm labeled as a *** and used up and too ****** up to really be better,
by both my family and my peers
You don't have to cover your ears and eyes,
because you think you can't see me.
You think I'm over seas or in some true detective podunk village
in middle America.
You think I'm not in your school-yard or
I wasn't the girl you teased for being pregnant in middle school,
the one that disappeared and never came back.
That I might not be your troubled niece who keeps hanging with the wrong crowd and going to boarding school this summer,
but she runs away from home before she's sent off.
But we keep blaming *** education, welfare and alternative schooling as the bane of our children,
all these ads for awareness and underfunded programs to aid them
are quickly shoveled under the thick heavy expensive rugs of the Kardashians and Wests,
the golden globes and the best dressed,
and those horrendous child beauty pageants.
Let's stop absorbing this filler material that we shovel into our
kids brains,
and maybe teach our little boys what it means to be privileged,
and to protect by learning to respect.
Our little girls how far they can reach if they learn to never second guess their worth.
It begins with us. Let's stop turning a blind-eye and shut ear,
because we fear making a commitment to the belief
that men and women should be equal.
That yes, not all men,
but yes there are women,
and our experience is not the only story that needs to be understood.
And everyone has a privilege that needs to be checked,
but check your own first.
January is human-trafficking and slavery awareness month.
It exists among us, all.
Let's stop being part of the problem and learn how we can help.
 Jan 2016
Taylor Forbez
Long ago,
There was a boy,
He felt alone,
Without a joy,

All that he had,
All that he’d done,
He deserved so much less,
Than what he had won,

This boy was broken,
Shattered like glass,
He thought himself stupid,
A pain in the ***,

But then he met her,
On a cool autumn’s day,
She lit up his world,
She showed him the way,

She picked up the pieces,
No matter the cost,
And put him together,
Not a single piece lost,

She gave him her all,
And he gave her his,
And they both discovered,
What true love really is.
Just a story about a boy.
 Jan 2016
Eriko
music has a way*
of simply releasing
all the pain
washing away
the bitterness and decay
no wonder we walk all day
with earbuds in our
*heads
 Jan 2016
The Winter Jester
I’m beginning to feel like Rihanna
Because I’m starting to like the monster under my bed
I’ve befriended the voices in my head
They understand me better than anyone I know
They don’t laugh at me or make fun of me
They don’t judge me
We think alike
They were the only ones there for me when I dealt with death
They knew I hurt and helped me
No one else even noticed that I wanted to **** myself
Everyone just thought I was fine
Time and time again though the voices in my head and the monster under my bed helped me out through everything I’ve been through
They have always been there for me
Who else can say they have always been with me?
I can’t think of anyone
Not even my parents can say they have always been there for me
Not even my closest friends
No one can say it because they would be lying.
I said it before and I’ll say it once more
I’m starting to like the monster under my bed
I’ve befriended the voices in my head
 Jan 2016
Holden Feldbauer
You're my Zyxythine.
Beautiful,
Serene,
Tranquil,
My best friend,
My only care,
The only trend,
My breathless air.
And, much like the word that describes you,
A product of my imagination.
 Jan 2016
Chloe Zafonte
Society is just an imaginary dictator
that we feel the need to impress turns out she's not very beautiful either
 Jan 2016
Racheal McKnight
When times get hard,
When times get rough.
When times get stressful,
You need to be tough.

You need to stand tall,
Be sure to stand your ground.
Make sure to smile,
To brighten the world around.

No matter what you go through,
You will never be alone.
Find that single light in the darkness,
And don't let your heart be stone.

You will one day make it,
Right out of the sorrow.
Live as if you were dying,
And won't make it to tomorrow.
 Jan 2016
Monique
Love?
Is that the reason we torture ourselves to go down pathways we know will fracture us?
Giving our all, losing ourself for someone more infactuated in lust.
Damaging that little thing we need for survival just to feel some sort of love,
To keep us going because we know it's so tough.
It's so hard picking up the pieces from the last heartbreak so the other that comes along just fills the gap not putting it back together.
See I don't believe in forever.
Carrying burden from the past, dealing with issues in the present.
All I wanted was someone to make this hell feel like heaven.
To be there for me and help but most importantly to love me.
Is this why I rather hurt myself then to cut off the negative relations?
Cous i'm aiming for a connection when all i'm getting are tingly sensations.
Running through mud stuck in the same position,  why don't I just listen?
even roses hurt you with their thorns,
sadly nobodly likes to write their wrongs.
Your voice playing in my head like a favorite song,
Your smile helped me go on for so long,
Your touch intensify my impulses though I know it's wrong.
i'm not hard to love , i guess you're just the one i'm not suppose to have.


-dpk
 Jan 2016
Lena Waters
→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
             What                       you
           Do in                            life
          And                 ­              death
         And       inbetween        them;
         At            the end             of the
          Day       the wheels        keep
           On                                 going
           Round                         and
               So the                wheels
                  Just keep turning.
A concrete poem to make you think. Enjoy! (Read left to right, each line, like a normal poem. ;) )
 Jan 2016
Lovelust
From across the room,
I saw you and only you,
As if I could feel your heart beating,
But I realise it was mine,
Breathless there was no words to describe you,
As if only you and me were there,
Nothing else mattered,
The glint in your eye when you looked at me I knew,
This may be the one.
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