Poison is a woman's weapon-
venomous like a snake.
It won't **** you
all at once
like the brute force of his hands.
Instead, it takes you slowly-
deteriorating your sense of self
making you wish for death.
Death that brings end to dying.
she has no moral qualms
when it comes to you and all your wrongs.
she only knows betrayal
and that's enough for her.
You’ve heard them say it countless times
Put on make-up to be “beautiful”
You’re a lady
Stand up straight
“Don’t wear skirts or tank tops”
Or the boys will get distracted
“Don’t eat too much” but
Confine yourself to the media’s
Version of what a woman
Don’t be confident in yourself
And walk with your head low
“You’re not special
You’re like everyone else I know”
Don’t cut your hair too short
“Do you wanna be a boy?!”
Or maybe you have heard the other
Put on a fake smile
As you go about your day
Sadness is Weakness
And crying makes you less of a man
Don’t wear “girly” colors
Or you are “too feminine”
Makes you a wimp
“Be a man”
But what does that even mean
Don’t do things you love
But force yourself to
Throw on that jersey
How dare you want to
Pursue your dreams
Women can’t do this
Men can’t do that
All wrapped up in bubble wrap
Change yourself in ways
That deem YOU “perfect”
In the eyes of the world
But what does that word even mean?
Is a bird less perfect if it loses a feather?
Or a lizard less of a reptile when it sheds its skin?
The beach less of a beach when the tide roles in?
I watch the world around me
Boys and girls of all ages
Being conformed to their gender roles
Hunted like the prey of a lion
Society stalking their every move
Making sure nothing is out of place
Who cares what the world thinks is “Perfect”
The absent minds of the world around us
Cannot be changed
Normal to you is not normal to them
Being “weird” is better than being generic
You are beautiful just the way YOU are
You are beautiful
You are perfect
For all those who are sick and tired of societies perception of 'Gender Roles'
There's a certain kind of something
That does a reaping.
It usually finds you right before you are sleeping.
It's the crack in the door
That it finds a way to break in.
It makes a crack in your brain
That wants you to drop dead.
You won't remember what it's like to see with clear vision.
You'll wake every morning like the dead has arisen.
You'll crumble in to out like you're a porcelain doll.
Your friends won't notice! They are unobservant.
The more you beg, the more they laugh.
"You're the only thing about us that needs to be fixed"
They aren't talking about friends
They are talking about people!
What they don't realize
Is that we aren't perfect.
"we aren't the same"
They laugh and say "that's the point"
They push and shove
Pull and cut
And before you know it
You don't know who you are.
There is a certain something
That ruins your life.
i do not play the part
of a princess or a
What are you looking at young child?
The two boys kissing over there?
It's fine. I promise. Love is love!
And the two girls holding hands?
That's ok too. Love is love after all.
No need to argue.
What are you looking at, kid?
The single dad with children of his own?
Smiling at their father as does other children?
He does his best, he works hard and never wants to let them down
He's a good dad in my opinion.
Yes, a very handsome one too.
What are you looking at?
The mother who tries to make her child smile?
Oh the child! I see he's wearing pink.
And is that eye shadow? Oh she did it well, his mum did.
Oh and her daughter! Oh she looks cute in blue jeans.
And I love that blue shirt on her.
Oh those two! The ones who like rock music
Wear leather jackets, spikes, tattoos, piercings and black
Yet they're the kindest couple on earth.
Is all this bothering you child?
You shouldn't need to worry. They're all good people, all very nice.
They're all human inside.
Give them a smile dear!
THIS IS WHAT I WANT FOR THE FUTURE
PEOPLE DARING TO STAND OUT
The bed is too short for a lie-in
The wife's dog owns the settee
There's a sun lounger out in the garage
But it's winter and 7 degrees
I can hear at least 4 kinds of music
A muted electric guitar
There's a scream like a broken Jet engine
That's the wife reversing the car
My son and his mates had a late night
I can smell beer and left-over curry
The kitchen will look like a bomb-site
Which won't get cleaned up in a hurry
The heating has just gone into turbo
Yes, there's someone else in the shower
Any minute now the alarm will go off … 'cos
I've been awake nearly two hours
It is the usual Saturday
Believe me I've been here before
It can make me tired and grumpy
And that's not what Saturdays are for ...
Two hours later and I'm startled!
Oh, I must have dropped off
There's an ominous silence around me
Like the whole spinning world has just stopped
I know they have gone out to be busy
The last thing they want is to rest
Gone shopping, breakfast or lunching
Leaving the old man to rot and the kitchen a mess
Me and the wife's dog we'll go walkies
Skim a few stones on the sea
He'll meet a few dog pals and eat a dead fish
And sit quietly down by my feet
On the way home we might call for a pint
Meet up with the lads and de-stress
I might even text with my love to the wife
Hoping her day is filled with success
Your favourite dinner I'll tell her
Tinned Pie, French fries and beans
And she will reply with a little red heart
And you know what that normally means
Plenty of time though to clean up the Kitchen
Detox the hallway, and sit on the Loo
And time left over for some sport on the telly
And a bottle of Cider or … Three!
It is my usual Dad-Friendly Saturday
With it's uptake on free-time and space
And tomorrow my wife will get her turn
And Her Sunday can take pride of place
She can cook dinner and Hoover
Catch up with her Soaps to her heart's content
I'll wander off to see the lads at the pub
And compare how our Saturdays went
Tommy Randell 01st December 2016
Be ****, but don't be a ****. Be modest, but don't be a *****. Be smart, but not smarter than your man. Be independent, but not so much that you never need a man. Be everything and nothing at all- all at once and at any given time.
jia jia of supple plastic face
gracefully arranged hair
hands that gesture, eyes that roll
a lifelike porcelain doll
docile ****** expressions
perfect height to weight ratio
fluent in English and Mandarin
soothing, well-modulated tone
what can I do for you, my Lord?
the creator's goal
to refine programming
until jai jai can laugh and cry
learn to interact naturally
he calls her his
a wet-dream confection
with none of the messiness
of a full-fleshed playgirl
though she is artificial
and cannot feel
I pity my non-sentient sister
controlled by design
maybe she can fill
the hole left by women
who abandon conformity
to seek being real
*jai jai is a lifelike female robot designed by researchers at the University of Science and Technology of China.*
Shout out to all the REAL amazing ladies here on HP!
We are silenced
We are shutdown
We are *crazy
Is it so impossible?
Is power really unattainable?
Is a voice that repulsive?
The rules aren't the same
Expression must be stifled
Love must be dimmed
Our thoughts, our hopes, our wants
They just aren't valid