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Makes my blood boil when
The partner is lazy and doesn't lend a hand
Three kids aged 1 and twins girls 2 .
I get annoyed
Angry
Frustrated
It's causing me to sink in a hole of depression.
Seeing my daughter suffer
Mountings of laundry
Heaps piles of ***** dishes  
No food cooked
He lies in bed all day
Stays  up all night playing an X box .
Smokes ****
Drinks beer
He couldn't  give a dam.
Often my daughter takes the kids to the park .
Her flat is very cluttered he to lazy to get rid of unwanted items.
I really feel for her.
But it's starting to wear me out.I have otharithis
And so on I get so sore very quickly.
I can't  cope .
I feel overwhelmed.
I forgot she also has to walk the dog 🙄
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2013
there is not a sexist bone in my body.
not a one.

there is not a bone
in my body entire,
that it's marrow,
but just tinged,
more singed,
nay, more, more,
burnt and burning
with
****** desire.


****** desire is a concerto
of the
five sense organs:
vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.

my body performs Halley's Fifth.
my woman listens carefully.
THE FIFTH
C O N C E R T O
"She had never heard that symphony before, but she knew that it was written by Richard Halley. She recognized the violence and the magnificent intensity. She recognize the style of the theme; it was a clear, complex melody--at a time when no one wrote melody any longer."
- Atlas Shrugged, Part I, Chapter I
_______________________________
Written on the bus home, just now, that being sort of an apology.
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First of a series of three; look for 2 x 3, and, 3 x 3.
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
for a woman
all too often
it's not about
the reputation
that precedes her
but rather unfairly
like a stalker
it's what follows
closely behind her
thelemonpolice Aug 2019
I'm sick of being
just another girl
Trying to date
In this strange world

It seems most people are broken
And cannot be fixed
Not by me at least
Need a wizard or witch

Or a beautiful girl
Who's smaller than me
I can't change who I am
But what difference, please

Is external beauty
Really such a big deal?
I know I'm biased too,
You can't help what you feel

But I'm sick of always being
The rebound girl
Just someone to move you on
From the other girl

I think I'm better than this.
Why do they treat me this way?
Do I allow the wrong people
In my life to stay?

Do I come off as easy
Just because I am clear?
I'm not tormented by this socialised
And sexist fear

I know what I want
I just don't know how to get it
Plenty of fish in the sea
But for consumption; theyre not fit.

I think I should be alone
I feel older than my age
Maybe I'll find someone later
Someone on the same page.
Leia Spencer Jan 2019
If men had a curfew lives would change in many ways
But there’s some setbacks to the attempt of fun outside
When I’m not with muscular friends past a certain time of day
I’m told to cover up my bra strap because the boys become distracted
Since “boys will be boys” reigns and girls pretend to be attracted
What if I could eat a burger in a bar without the need to feel guilty about my diet
And when I’m asked if I think I’m fat I say no, because it’s fishing for compliments to deny it
I’m told that I should be complacent and dress nice by a man three times my age
And scolded by society because it’s unladylike to be in a fit of rage
I could go outside and gaze at the dance the stars know so well
But I sing along with the peculiar song of that familiar cautionary bell
What if I could go out with friends past eight PM and explore the bright! Happy! world
Stagger through life in heels with our wit sharpened and eyelashes curled
No, I have to spend my time hidden “safe” inside
From men who think there’s no more to me than what they can see with the naked eye
This has happened ever since I turned the ripe old age of 13
Because there’s some people out there on the streets
Whom it would be an injustice to only be described as mean
I could walk out to my car without my hand poised with my keys as if they were a knife
And not have to worry about how a short low-cut dress could harm my life
(Me too) It could be worse! They say, for some reason with such force.
But since when was my safety
A cause for discourse?
I had to write a poem for my 10th grade english class on my relationship with society. I took the opportunity to make something great that I cared about and I hope that everyone can take some time to appreciate it
Samantha Nov 2018
Why are teenage boys so aggressive?
I can take care of myself, thank you.

Do they think violence is impressive?
I can fight my own battles, thank you.

Are they trying to be protective?
I don't need a bodyguard, thank you.

Are they all so very possessive?
I don't belong to anyone, thank you.
As a woman, I don't need my boyfriend's help to make me feel incapable, society helps all us women plenty on that front. I've had enough.
when a bunch of  old Senate men
and some intimidated women
voted to heave

     an accused ******
     and proven liar with an alcohol problem
     given to irascible outbursts, fits of self-pity
     and insulting comments on women

into a lifelong seat on the highest court in the nation
     against voluminous evidence of his lacking qualifications
the statue of the Goddess of Justice
     whom a former attorney general
      had all covered up in blue cloth
dropped her sword and scales
tore off her blindfold
and covered her naked ******* in shame
Apropos the U.S. senate 's decision to nominate Brett Kavanaugh for the Supreme Court
Arcassin B Sep 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Pleasure , Pleasure,
Pleasurable desire to be pleasured,
And be looked into when love has this
measure, I could put this all together.

Sexist , sexist,
Thinking women could be ****** objects,
To be appalled in this transaction to look
good in that leather, I could put this together.
This Is a new experience.
This is a new experience.For me
This is a new experience.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/09/new-experience.html
Nicx Jul 2018
White boy
With your inherent privilege
Straight.
White.
Boy.
Privilege.
Please, make another joke
About ****** harassment
No, really
It's funny right?
Especially because you're joking that
Your male coworker is sexually harassing you
Gay jokes are funny too, huh?
Ironically,
That's the same male coworker
Who I had to explain
Just hours beforehand
How the ****** encounter he described
Did not include informed consent
How fitting.
So,
White boy,
I'm curious how you'll fare
After I told the manager
About the content of your jokes
(Not the proudly homophobic one,
Luckily?
Right.)
Who then looked uncomfortable
But seemed pleased when I told him that
I had already called you out
Because that means he doesn't have to
Because he wouldn't anyways
It doesn't affect him
Just some harmless humor
Ok.
So then I tell my coworker about your joke
Who then responds with:
"He's still doing that ****?"
Apparently so
Apparently.
So.
Because no one there seems to care
About jokes that put me
The only person at work read as a girl
(Which I'm not by the way)
In an extremely uncomfortable position
Why is no one else uncomfortable?
Why does no one else say anything?
Right,
They're all like you
Or they don't want you to judge them
Because you have that power
Because you're a
Straight.
White.
Boy.
It was a long night at work tonight. I don't have the emotional energy for this ****.
Also
******* Greg
Ron Gavalik May 2018
Calling out dead poets
as sexists or rapists or users
is the opposite of woke enlightenment.
The poet’s job is not to censor
his experiences or his madness
for sanitized comforts.
The poet’s truth is his gift
of insight, a naked wisdom
of hard love and difficult choices.
Narrow fools so often absorb
this sweat and blood poured onto the page.
After their souls are satisfied,
that’s when the fools unsheath
the long sword of ignorance
and ****** the blade square
in the poet’s back.
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