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Angelet Viveiros Jan 2016
A new journey
A new role
No longer just a wife
But now a mother
A Challenge to be better
To care and guide
A new journey
A new role
Excitement and fear
Happiness and sadness
So many adventures will come
Am I ready for
A new journey
A new role
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
The playground of the tragedy and comedy echoes through the mind of the preternatural ones,
bound for time to certain roles and certain lies
but Devil or Angel which ?
And the mask goes deeper.
The storm comes with her starving glory.
And neither man nor creature shall know the difference of the dark and the light,
the crimson in our frail reflection, takes us all but who will wear the mask ?
Louisa Coller May 2015
My fingertips are scented iron,
I am here inside feeling so misplaced,
so irrelevant right now.

Three pairs of glasses on one desk,
two necklaces which are beautiful,
and then there is me here, so torn up.

I'm trying everyday to be happier,
but I feel like all I am doing is,
forcing out a beautiful happy facade.

Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody needs to know your pain today.

Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody'll know your main attraction.

My friends are pretty much the only thing,
the only ones I am bothering with.
Yet now I see, it's very clear to me,
that I will need to decide my path.

Why must I pick only one road?
When I want to explore them all,
I don't want to be forced aside,
to play a singular role this time.

Multiroling has been my key,
day #1 of false lies and screams,
I will paint a new image of me in the clouds.
Mohammad Skati Feb 2015
Undoubtedly all great players know                                                                      Their roles accurately ...                                                                                           No one goes beyond                                                                                                 One's role anytime ...                                                                                               All roles are planned greatly                                                                                    To suit themselves ...                                                                                                 Any violation of one's role ,then                                                                              It will inevitably lead to one's end ...                                                                       Crossing red lines is not allowed anytime ...
Maya Tod Dec 2014
8 AM

It’s time for a square outfit

and

a Smile No.3

I look further in my agenda:

7 PM

My apron is due,

Pizza Hut perfume.

11 PM

I’m a wild cat

with lipstick, cherry red.

So many roles to play:

Daughter, Mother

Sister, Friend

Colleague, Boss

Student, Teacher

Wife, Lover.

So many acronyms to wear:

Miss, Mrs.

B.Sc., M.Sc

Ph.D.

When it’s time for me?

To wear I?
Anastasia Webb Nov 2014
as a lock i am content.
smooth metallic surface skin
(perfect shiny smooth so i smile)
mechanics behind eyes
mouths hands ankles
special functions each. i feel
content with my place, i feel
satisfied with my perceptions,
i am fulfilling my
daily roles, my existence
is justified, i feel physically
full – not from the stomach but from
the guts, not with food but with
blood like a rush-reaction
heating up, flushing red
like my lips after what we did
on my bed on saturday
(always slightly on edge with our
programmed satellite ears extended out
in case some innocent wandered in)

everything in its right place
my plodding daily satisfaction
(to satisfy mysthesystemelf)
no happy hours but happy days,
healthy children, healthy lifestyle
feeling pure and therefore proper
and therefore all is well.
i repeat. all is well.

i woke up today turned on
the coffee giant poured a cup,
drank the tar pleasantly surprised
by a peck on the cheek from my
husband_ kids sent off to school_
stayed at home all day_ husband
off to work_ came home, he came home_
i had a lovely day, thank you,
obligatory post-dinner ***
and
as a lock i am content.
Louisa Coller Nov 2014
Lipstick splattered on her face,
mascara lines are ruining her lids of desperation.
I see women of beauty, but replacing secrets,
these girls don't feel well.
Their bodies scream beautiful yet their eyes scream despair,
it's like isolation in their heads.
Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
We are idols, we are scenes, we are plays,
we are actors in disguise, nobody will know our kind.
We try to fit in with the rest, we try to remember why we started this.

I saw you once, when I was only young, never did I know,
that man could be manipulated so well indeed.
To the point they love uncontrollably, yet I can see why your eyes are blurred.
Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
We are idols, we are scenes to the plays nobody wants to see,
we are actors in disguise, nobody will know our kind.
We try to fit in with the best, the best of the world,
the ones they look to for every word,
Yet I see isolation is never replaced.

Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
I don't understand, you mustn't really, love the feeling?
How do I become the way, so I feel like freedom wings,
flying in the air, yet I don't feel right, I don't feel safe,
wishing my body away.
Most girls in our society, feel the same feeling. We feel like we must remove ourselves completely to make the perfect image, and honestly, I dislike it, a lot. I hate how we feel like we must debate and battle one another in a fake achievement. People, but in this cause, girls should love their body and present themselves as how they want to present themselves, and never feel intimidated into presenting someone else but with their face.
Cam Sep 2014
I wish that women were people.

I wish that no girl will ever again be limited by the norms of our society.
That no girl will be told that she cannot, that she must not.
That her dreams, her personality are inappropriate or wrong.
That colours are not gendered and that she can wear green, blue or yellow as she pleases.

I wish that teenage girls learn to love themselves.
Learn that they are not inferior. That loosing weight,
looking skinny and pretty are not the goals they should starve themselves to reach. That boys are stupid and they don't have to put up with their ****.
That the men who hoot after them, catcall them are creeps unworthy of their attention. That being pressured into stripping on Skype by older men can be reported and that mom in most cases do understand what they're going through.

I wish that young adult women never had to feel pressure to be feminine.
That they never feel forced to shave, to let their hair grow, to wear make-up.
That they never have to force themselves into heels that hurt their feet and learn  to spit in the leering faces of men, to say '*******' without fear of being assaulted and knowing full well how to make a man regret putting his gross, entitled hands on them.

I wish that mothers never had to fear for their daughters.
I wish that mothers never had to hold and comfort their baby girls after nightmare parties with monsters masquerading as boys.
I wish that women did not have to live in fear.
I wish we did not have to watch our bodies used as props, sold like pieces of meat at the butcher.
I wish we did not have to fight for the right to own our bodies.
I wish that women knew that 'No' is a complete sentence and needs no justification.

I wish that women knew their worth.

I wish that women knew they were people.

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