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Brooke Benway Nov 2016
i think it's normal
to find yourself ending up
getting lost all too often,
sometimes,
you just can't help it,
life is crazy
and there's no way to
ever have full control over it,

you just have to learn
how to keep moving forward
even when you are completely
surrounded by darkness,
find the one thing that
you can rely on,
the one thing that will be
the light in the darkness
to lead you back to safety
maxime Nov 2016
Toy
Toy: a thing or matter of no value or importance
Doll, plaything, trinket
Handled, moved, manipulated;
Exploited, fondled, groped

These words should send a chill down every girl's spine
They should raise the hair on their arms,
Make them look over their shoulder one extra time when they go outside
Replace a few hours of sleep with nightmares of terror.

Because here, you are nothing more than a toy.
You are not human with hope, dreams, and aspirations.
You cannot conduct yourself with dignity, maturity, and respect.
You are nothing but a body, here to be a toy.

Remember that, as a woman, your safety is worth nothing.
Remember that a ******'s fear for his safety is more concerning that a 15 year old girl's.
Remember that your dignity, your self worth, your self respect, your entire identity
Isn't worth more than a couple months in county jail to a man.

A woman’s ability to create life is not even her own.
It is something that is debated between men a thousand miles away.
It is something that is controlled by the hand of a man.
The most basic right and role of a woman is stripped from them.

To a man you an object.
There is no difference between you and the doormat into a man's house.
You are thrown on the ground, covered in pine needles, and walked all over.
No difference.

A woman’s concerns can be dismissed because this is just “locker room banter”
You are used as a ploy to further a man’s political presence.
This is a part of our daily lives now.
Get used to it.

We will no longer teach our children to stay away from drugs and be safe around wild animals
We will teach our daughters to fear a beard instead of the click of a gun.
We will teach them to be afraid of their fathers and their brothers, simply for their own safety.

They will be forced to cover themselves.
Hide their joyful smiles. Cover graceful legs. Mask skillful hands.
Because otherwise, they will be blamed for their maltreatment, told that they asked for it.
They still might be, because, remember, a woman’s word means nothing.

Toy: a thing or matter of no value or importance.
Doll, plaything, trinket.
Handled, moved, manipulated.
Exploited, fondled, groped.

I am a woman. I am no more than a toy.
A spoken word poem I had to write for a class. I decided to share.
Deeee Oct 2016
I went out to find her
My Heart
She ran away, from everything
And I couldn't breathe, with everything
Surrounding, suffocating

I needed my Heart

So I went to find her
My Heart
I went to tell her she was mine
I went to tell her to come back home
I went to tell her she is my strength
I went to tell her I'm nothing without her

My beautiful, fragile Heart

I went to tell her I would save her
Save her from the pain of breaking
Save her from the angst of caring
Save her from the constant blackness
Save her from everything

My strong, magnificent Heart

I told her I would be her strength
I told her I'd seal my ribs shut
I told her she would never break again
I told her it's going to be okay

Just as long as she came back home

and she did.
Part II to "Leave of Absence"
Scribbles99 Oct 2016
The wind has been asking for you;
missing you with a chill,
crying for you with a howl.

Constellations joined to draw a face;
I once unraveled every night.

Your face that I recite
its lines and curves;
what makes it laugh,
and what makes it cry.

The moon stood showing off its charms;
trying to imitate the infatuating you.

Cotton clouds softly,
and with grace;
crafted your name,
and engraved it in a night sky
with the blushing moonlight
that once cuddled us
in a world of love and war.
Tear it apart xD.. I would love listening to all the pieces of advice and criticism. Thank you!
Sam Oct 2016
The facet will keep running,
to wash the dishes of the past.

The knife will never stop,
chopping peppers until it's perfect.

My advice in the kitchen,
Don't start cooking,
because you won't be able to stop.
Scarlet McCall Oct 2016
Thou didst guard me, Amulet--
Talisman, whose destruction I regret.
Thy spell held me in eternal safety.
Never was I alone,  when thou wert with me.
I gave up thy secret to the sorcerer,
for promise of a gift he could not deliver.
Poor bargain, and I am now wiser
and would not trade treasure for lowly desire.
The sorcerer broke my talisman,
and I was broken, and now alone, I stand.
Too late I realized my error
and was stricken with mortal terror.
On the bridge I screamed, above the frozen river,
under a sunless sky, facing a void forever.
Don't know why I wrote it in a pidgin version of Middle English. It's a true story.  But eventually I was able to fashion reasonable facsimiles of the Talisman, and they occasionally appear in my poems.
Isabella Rossi Oct 2016
I tried on the dress I wore last prom

And I panicked

I didn’t even wash it after that night

For fear of it getting ruined

Fear 
Anxiety 
Nervousness
They’ve stained it

Not even Oxi-Clean could get those out


That dress was already tight as is

Black and suffocating
I was a wreck that night

Full of fear, anxiety, and nervousness


It spilt from my sweat-glands, I stained it
I tried on the shirt I wore in September

And I was hopeful


Of course I washed it after that evening

I bathed myself too
Hope 
Love
 Safety
They’ve stained it


Not even Clorox could get those out

That shirt was tight and revealing as is
Vulnerable and mustard yellow
I was happy that night


Full of hope, love, and safety 

It spilt from my sweat-glands, I stained it
With these two pieces of clothing
 on at once

Six stains are upon me

Fear, anxiety, nervousness, hope, love, safety

I fear that it could end, I hope that it will not
You led me to safety, with white knuckles and wobbling knees

No matter your state of being you always put my peace of mind first

You were open and straightforward, telling me every word of your life story, omitting no nitty gritty details

You told me you were only honest with me

And I had no reason to think differently

But if that's true, I think there might be more to pursue, I think we might be exploring the wrong avenues

I admire so much about you, your generosity, your intentions, your honesty and ambitions

You are my safety net, an angel on request

You are dependability when no one has stepped up yet

You're one of the best I know, and I'm so glad to have you in my life, no matter what's in between the lines.

I won't long for more than I have, because not many are lucky enough to have a friend as good as mine.
i really do value you as a person, and value our friendship more than you could ever know. ily bud
Sarah Caitlyn Oct 2016
Being a woman in America
is so very dangerous.
Afraid to walk down the street
alone in broad daylight.
As a woman in America I
was asked what I was wearing
and if I was sure I wasn't flirting.
I was dismissed and invalidated.
I was shamed and ridiculed.
I was thirteen.
Being a woman in America
is incredibly shocking
especially with all of the "feminist"
movements going on lately.
Being a woman in America
makes me wish I was born male
so I wouldn't need self defense
classes and assault training.
As a woman in America I
will never be able to feel
like I am Safe.
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