Fighting for herself,
a woman stands her ground.
She is we.
We is the women of the world, finally standing up for ourselves.
A woman knows she is strong. All on her own.
Against a man’s pride.
Awaken, women of the past,
Powerful women must unite.
be with us now.
All mighty women.
With the destruction of the man’s arrogance,
All men must come to understand their ignorance.
With this comes women howling with enthusiasm.
Breaking down barriers of the patriarchy.
Lower pay, ****** exploitation, being treated as if women are “lower” than all men. All these things that have shut out women for so long.
Well, watch this.
Smashing the wall,
standing our ground.
A woman is a hell of a force.
Don’t you know they named her Mother Nature for a reason?
We must help to resist.
Women do not come without being prepared.
It is an organized chaos.
As if it is Mother Nature herself.
Incredible and blazing.
A cure,
to what is wrong.
Women. Finally fighting for what’s right.
Women. It’s going to be a hell of a fight.

When she looked in the mirror all she saw were words like ugly, not good enough, fat.
I silently cursed them for labelling her things like that.
Because of them she didn't think she could be loved.
Because of them she cried for hours until no more tears could come.
She didn't see how beautiful she was.
The most incredible despite the flaws.
She didn't realise she needn't change.
For I had fallen for her anyway.
I knew I loved her more than she ever loved herself.
She despised herself actually, thinking she was worthless.
How would I ever show her I loved her more than this whole world?
They made sure she hated herself so much that she wouldn't even believe my words.
But more than showing her I loved her more than anyone else.
I wish I could show her how to love her own self.

I'm enough because
I don't need to find my identity
within others' words.
I'm enough because
God says I am.

For every piece of hair swallowed by the sink,
For every sharp bone in my body that's now gotten rounder
And every flap of my soul I puked on the truth
I now kiss myself.
I kiss myself in the mirror
And merge with the reverse;
Kiss my toes for they tickle the sand,
Kiss my eyes for they twinkle like starlight.
I make love to myself in the mirror.
The world is no longer away from home.
I am my body and I am my soul. I come together: I am whole.

Ripening
steady in their brutality
insecurities dripping down my thighs
I anoint the liquid as it touches the floor
the vastness that was once coddled between our fingers
now descends quicker
an illusion of control
security
close knit purity
does it matter
cuts
deepening in their impatience
while the yellow light
tricks your eyes  
yet,still nothing
no rushing warmth
pouring from inside me

My body has no axis
so it spins as it wants,
my body has no line
on which to stand,
or on which to hang.
I create with my own hands,
my mind is my own,
I am my own woman,
and this life is only mine.
I've cut off the strings,
that unjustly bind,
I create my own blessings.
I may ask God for forgiveness,
but for any more sin
I will no longer atone.
I create my own ending.

She plucked dandelions from the earth,
as if they were ingrown hairs
living under her skin.
For the earth feels no pain,
and weeds only grow back.

Snowflakes melt,
flowers die.
Some things only last a summer,
but she had already seen a snowfall this May.

The life of a yellow plant can’t be fair,
nor can that of a woman without joy.
We breathe,
we pick,
we...

The solid green field is now a reminder of all she wanted,
and all she feared.

Where do they go,
the dead dandelions?
Rot back into the soil that birthed them?
Press into an immortal being?
One thing is for certain;
those dandelions will never feel at home again.

-and maybe that’s for the best