I am a girl
Growing into a woman
Puberty and adolescence
constantly strike my mind and body
and there's nothing
I can do about it

My hips curve out wider
than before
My chest is shaping
into something bulkier
My face seems to get spots
that creme's don't even reduce
My hormones roller coaster
through my mind
and the oestrogen in my blood cells
makes my heart beat

It makes my heart beat
Affectionately,
for those who think
that I'm weak
For those who think
that I'm lame
For those who think
that I'm stupid
For those who think
that me bleeding
through my ****** is disgusting
yet they forcefully *** my body
without my consent and think
that it's fine

How can periods be as disgusting
as ****?!
Hiding my pad
in my underwear is more than enough
Now locking the fact that I was *****
in my mouth and keeping it
as a very dark secret
might just be too much to hold in
I don't have the strength
to shut my lips about
my crying soul,
the same way
that I don't have the strength
to keep hiding my femininity
God granted me such characteristics
and it'd only be disgraceful
to have an imperfect human
shame His works

The striding hips
that you get attracted to
are the very same ones
that bleed my purity
The very same opening
is the one that the men
of this world ****
How can you be disgusted
by my something so natural
and not by something so violent?

The feminine body
is one that you shame
and have the guts to diss
The feminine body
is the one that you ****
and have the audacity to try and silence
The feminine body
is the one that gave birth to you
and you still have
the guts to undermine it
as inferior
Who do you think you are?

Don't cash crop my temple
Don't **** my body
Don't harass my soul
Don't call me names
Don't judge my figure
AND DO NOT
believe that you're more dominant
than me
because we're both human
and we're both equal beings

I am just a girl
A very beautiful girl
with a smile that's as consoling
as night
A body as beautiful
as the sunset
Eyes as bright
as the moon and the stars
A scent as indulging
as a rose
Skin as smooth
as the fine threads of silk
And a voice
as blissful as the sound of a singing canary

I am a female
I am a girl
I am what you're not
So cherish me

When a girl is born

She is given a box

Labeled

“Fit in here

Do not

overflow”



She carries

This box

Everywhere

She goes.



She grows

And

Grows.

Until her

Box can

Hold no

More.



When a girl

Becomes

A woman.

She realizes

Her box’s

True use.



A woman

Does

Just

As butterflies

Do.



All she needed

Was a

Little

Space to

Bloom

If kisses could drink stars like poison from wounds, I would plant my lips all over you.
The pink of my skin mixing with your mauve brings meaning to this darkened grove.
And lo, the way the moonlight drips down your breast fills me with such cruel unrest.
As comets trace down the curve of your spine, I wonder of your contours divine.
A nebula exists within your eyes; alas, your beauty is my demise.
I feel my heart begin to expire as your supernova ignites my fire.
Your voice is starlight blending with crystal sea--
O, what a galaxy you must be, hidden so long from me!

Nature is feminine by nature
off the man keeps a step away.
Touch it not but do not sway
eye on to this butterfly
que sera, sera on the way!

Mother's Milk,
-feel no Whistles or Bells?

A river my poor state of mind,
feelings' worded
mediocre,
Meiotic
but I am home.

I wish to feel a bit more?
To expiate this Trollop!
Gibbeted?
-or boiled
I stew...

And finally,
yes finally...
...shall I **** the little Gnome?
I SHALL **** THE LITTLE GNOME.

Mendacious
not
Alone.

there's a bed-frame with names carved into them
slightly-askew and frail
a heart at the top of every 'i'
all my underwear has blood stains on it
it's a lovesick reminder of everything I can't control
I yearned for my mother to put my hair in braids instead of a ponytail
so I got a friend that could
my hands would sweat as I wrote about her in my diary
the one without a lock
the one that was covered in DIY glue glitter
there was a summer that I wore all pink
my strawberry ice cream melted all over my polo dress and no one could tell the difference
it was my secret, sugar sweet on the lapel
beating heart for all the Lisa Frank I didn't own
a boring folder with all the scary stories I had memorized
until I myself became the ghost girl
sucker punch me in the last bathroom stall
for neither liking leather or lace

I fight for my sisters
The ones whose own voice was ripped away

I fight for my daughters
The little girls who risk their lives for knowledge

I fight for my mothers
The women who gave up everything

I fight for my grandmothers
The ones who fought for me

When we say this we refer to men as
rather unhuman beings
machines
as beings who are not supposed to
show their feelings
show their tears
show their hurt
show their passion
show what they love to do
when we say "Man up!"
We usually mean
"dont act like a girl, you are bettter than that"
"dont be this feminine"
"boys dont cry"
"boys shouldnt like ballet"
"boys shouldnt do this, shouldnt do that"
"you run like a girl"

Yes, you can man up.
Man up!
Man up for what you feel is right and not for what society thinks is right.
Man up without bringing yourself down.

Man. Up. For. Your. Self.
and only for yourself.

a silent cry
followed by violent shouts
sullen coves
darkened funeral spouts

the undertaker dressed in black
eyes of coal
he never looks back

widow (maker)
spun around
her dresses long
her feelings down

empty shoals
crowned in blue
legs of scars
moon, new

hear her cry
head thrown back
sobbing swallowed
coughing hack

skin transluscent
soft yet untouched
nocturnal creature
fallow of *****

withdraw the bow
pull the sword
unappreciated spied my lord

empty cages open and shut
downward spiral
a violent cuck

harrowed adventure
blighted by (sh)fame
ignorant ties
hollow frame

guilty no more
follow on back
open your mouth
scream from of the lack

trust embellished
overly surmised
internal wicking
her sad lonesome eyes