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Thea Mar 2019
No, she wasn't afraid of death.
And why would she?
Her heart was so  wild,
that even the grim reaper would fall in love.
women can be anything she wants.
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
You spell
Well no longer
Have an effect on
Me
For I
Don’t need another
To make me
Whole

Your curses
Will have no longer
Have an effect
On me
For
Romance is dead.
DG Mar 2019
I’m beautiful!
From my crooked teeth
To my green eyes and big lips
To my freakishly pale skin
To my round stomach
And my ovaries filled with cysts
My beauty puts photoshop to shame
Ana Francia Mar 2019
i wonder what it feels like
to be able to walk
when it's 4am and you just  wanna go to the park
to watch the stars and cry
about how hard it is to grow up,
but you know it's so much harder
with all those images on your mind
you can't help but wonder if it'll be your turn tonight
when you step outside,
will it be a quiet night?
or will you make it home safe,
only to find out she wasn't as luck as you were?
you wonder how much longer you'll have to fight
until you don't have to be afraid of the dark,
longing for the day to arrive,
until you don't have to sit
on your bathroom floor to cry
because women can't go to the park.
my dad, his rage terrifies me,
the way he treats my mom aggravates me,
his constant neglect enrages me,
he is a workaholic,
sexist,
racist,
homophobic,
narcissistic,
trump supporting,
white man.
with a feminist,
bisexual,
free thinking,
Liberal
Daughter.
who never apologizes for things he does wrong,
never makes time to chat with his daughter,
who never cares,
about anything,
other than,
Himself.
G Valentine Mar 2019
There once was a ledge way out at the edge, of the world,
Where one day a man found himself in the hands of the girls, who lived in The Land of Do as You Please.

The man was aghast for he remembered the past when the girls would sit with their hands behind their backs, and promise to wait on his beck and call.

So when he returned to the land he was distinctly appalled, for none of the girls paid him any attention at all. He took them and shook them, and called them all out. Screaming and Screaming " Ma'am what's this all about?"

Finally, out of all of the noise, emerged a beautiful woman full of grace and poise. She said to the man, " Sir! Get down on your knees! For after all, this is The Land of Do as You Please!" So without further ado the man took off his shoes, shaking with anger for he didn't like to lose. He looked at the woman with anger and spite, and lifted his fist with all of his might. Before the man with the oversized hands, could land a blow, the beautiful woman's eyes started to glow.

She turned bright red, looked to him and said, " Well my good sir, I think you might be just dead!"

With a final breath rattling from his chest, the big man lay his head down to rest. The woman sighed and looked around, for there were piles and piles of other men laying on the ground. All meeting the same fate as the last, each of their ideals also stuck in the past. The woman turned smiling glee, knowing she was finally safe, in The Land of Do as You Please.
Amtul Hajra Feb 2019
Heavy rain and thunder on a dark night.

I have issues.
I loved heavy rain,
I loved the thunder.
I loved a dark peaceful night.

But not anymore.

you ask me why,
Do i not prefer the black sky?
Or am i scared
Of the clamours
The thunders make?

I give no reply.
But a thousand of them
Are floating around my head
This time.

I was never afraid
Nor petrified.

I am only reluctant,
To the aftermath.

The aftermath:
The only thing
That terrifies me.
Cause the demons
Catch hold of me,
And here i am
Letting my words flee.

They devour;
My cast off
Pieces.

Every inch of me,
Is still breathing.

Every promise i made,
Every chance i take.
Gasping for air,
In awe;
At every warfare.

I'm not afraid,
I never was.

I'm the
Delicate
Virago.
Well built enough,
But partial.
sian Feb 2019
do you know how it feels?
to have to look a certain way?
to act a certain way?

do you know how it feels?
to fight against a backwards mentality?
to be sexually objectified?
to keep quiet to appease fragile egos?

do you know how it feels?
to be treated as though you are replaceable?
to be treated as though you are incapable of possessing your own entity?

do you know how it feels?
to be treated as though the best thing you have to offer is between your legs, rather than what circulates within your mind?

do you know how it feels... to be a woman?
Zoe Holden Feb 2019
I shut my bedroom door
now engulfed by the bindings of paper and pen
and I roll my chair to grey desk
stacked high with Dickinson, Bronte's three, and Alvarez
I pull out my writing tools and begin to contemplate
ideas that dare not be discussed in the public of society
Why is it that God must be a man and
What make the human taught ideal of modesty such a binding force
flow through my brain and I breath again
without measure or discernment I am free
in my freedom i think
back to the conversation my mother and I held this morning
A girl had stood in our line of view her hemline resting mid-thigh
My mother had turned to me
"Ellis look at that girl! I can see her ******!" face aghast
I nodded
"It is disgusting that girls these days dress so provocatively!
Thank God I have a modest girl!"
I nodded again
and I thanked God.
     -Modesty Is A Human Construct
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