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The media has taught me From the time I was a child That elegance Is all I am worth. "Strong female characters" Have to be encouraged Have to be the draw of an entire series Why can't all female characters be strong? Womanhood is not an industry Sexuality is not a marketing technique My body The flow of my waterfall hips The curvature of how my ******* move into my waist Does not exist for your entertainment. Elegance is a knife in my back Allowing the split in my spine to control me Allowing the bloodshed of feminine timidity to cover me I am not one to be shut down By the jagged teeth that collapse their jaws on my tongue I spew fire from my mouth Not just a dark hole Not just a lonely home A home for a lonely voice A lonely voice for a silent nation A silent nation of women Who have had their bones broken And their wrists tied behind their backs Forced to deep throat society's impossibly standards For them to suppress their own sexuality While satisfying a man's simultaneously. Do not tell me to be elegant Because my body exerts fury And I will burn this place to the ground.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Elegance
The media has taught me From the time I was a child That elegance Is all I am worth. "Strong female characters" Have to be encouraged Have to be the draw of an entire series Why can't all female characters be strong? Womanhood is not an industry Sexuality is not a marketing technique My body The flow of my waterfall hips The curvature of how my ******* move into my waist Does not exist for your entertainment. Elegance is a knife in my back Allowing the split in my spine to control me Allowing the bloodshed of feminine timidity to cover me I am not one to be shut down By the jagged teeth that collapse their jaws on my tongue I spew fire from my mouth Not just a dark hole Not just a lonely home A home for a lonely voice A lonely voice for a silent nation A silent nation of women Who have had their bones broken And their wrists tied behind their backs Forced to deep throat society's impossibly standards For them to suppress their own sexuality While satisfying a man's simultaneously. Do not tell me to be elegant Because my body exerts fury And I will burn this place to the ground.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
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