#doublestandards
how long is my shelf life?
will you still love me as i age?
will you still love me as i personally change?
will you still love me if i cannot provide your lineage?
will you love me as i am and what i’ll be?
will you love me when i’m crying, face swollen, consumed by emotion, and through all the ugly?
or am i just filling the woman-shaped hole of your life that you hope to see?
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
Too pure to touch,
Too perverse to honor.
In any case,
Too human to revere.
The Panther's slave
And the Lion's daughter
Uncross their fingers
To prove they're sincere.
White rabbit, black rabbit,
Opposed halves of one.
The flouted is sought
And the coveted, shunned.
The Night mourns the light
With funeral tears
Soon after invoking
The death of the sun.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC
Chairs were made in many forms,
for different hands, for different norms.
But one was placed for all to try,
too high, too low, too stiff, too dry.
It scratched their skin, it bruised their pride,
yet still they sat, and tried to hide.
Until it broke, with quiet despair,
not them, my friend but the unfit chair.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
Assertion
Clammed-up
On the relay
Second guessing
The shrunken head
Of old therapies
The clock says
It's time
To nod off
Greet the morn
With withered fist
Rationalised fury
Trying to
Replace the
Pimply face
Of ******
Angst baseless in
Content
On the tether
Of just another
Addiction in a
Succession
Of spiritual
Vices perpetuated
By the nonchalant
Visage of a world
Uncaring
In derision
From calloused hands
Caused by
Hard work
With little or no
Monetary avail
Hand to mouth
Foot in mouth
Hand on crotch
Crotch saddle sore
What's the point
Of a worn-down point
Dull but
Double-edged
Just to prove
The sword of Damocles
Is still hanging
Over the head
Of your enemies
Who pop
Their heads
Up over
The hedgerows
Like pictures
In a shooting gallery
At the carnival of
A battlefield distant
Filled with relics
Of another
Dead-end
Ill-purposed war
Of the worlds floating
On the crest of
Mine-dotted airwaves
Prompting viewers
To drown negativity
And to salvage
The positive
A broadcast from
Bipolar formats
In living colour
Double-edged
Double-standards
Double-dealing
Double-meaning
Double-minded
Double-jeopardy
Double-trouble
Double your money
Doppelganger leading
Double life
All propagated in
Double-time
Best
Double your efforts
And tune out!
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
If only parents behaved the way they expect their children to act.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Drifting across currents
From oceans to oceans
Remnants of war.
Drunk on Confession
High on Calamity
Make yourself immortal.
Poison the clouds, poison the water
Watch people collapsing
From metal dragons in the sky.
Flushed from Blazes
Deaf from Explosions
You’re the cause of war.
Low on empathy
Empty on repentance
Deception built on misconception.
In a world full of peace they’ll come and hunt you
But during catastrophe, you’ll be our hero.
You're a man of war.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
I never wanted to be pretty.
But I've wanted to be loved.
I never wanted to be ****
But I've wanted to be important.
I never wanted to be hot.
But I've wanted to be happy.
I never asked to be beautiful.
But I remember asking to be smart.
I never asked to be a female.
But I remember asking for respect.
I never asked for stranger’s opinions.
But I have asked for equality.
I never asked for ****** pictures.
But I have asked for understanding.
I never knew my gender meant ‘object’.
But I know what it feels like to be objectified.
I never knew that being female made me weak.
But I know I was always told I “hit like a man.”
I never knew ** somehow meant stupid.
But I know that ‘gender role’ for me, means submit.
I never liked not being heard by the guys when debating.
But I know how it feels to rarely be taken seriously.
I never enjoyed getting razor burn when shaving.
But I know what it's like to wear pants during summer.
I never wanted to hear what you'd do to my body.
But I remember my ex ignoring me when I said it hurt.
I never wanted to be sexualized.
But I remember being told I wasn't **** enough to be confident.
I never wanted to be a man’s property.
But I know I never wanted to change my last name.
I never wanted to be treated like I'm not worth basic rights.
Honestly, I only ever wanted to be treated like I'm human.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
heart.
have heart.
just not too much,
they say.
you must be gentle,
because you are woman.
but not too gentle-
fragility equals weakness.
be kind,
but so not be naive,
lest you allow people to walk
all over you.
be independent, do not rely on man
for survival-
but be careful that you not be too independent that you challenge his masculinity.
do not let anyone tell you what to do, you are equal to any man and able to make your own decisions-
but you must have children or be marked as a failure of a woman.
do not cheat, for infidelity is the most cowardice, selfish act possible,
but forgive the man who slept with another woman because it's just 'what they do', he 'couldn't help it' and you were on a weekend trip-it didn't mean anything.
cry, because it is good for you
but don't you dare let another soul hear you
or they will know you are weak.
be soft and strong and gentle and firm-
be all you can be as long as it is less than the man standing next to you.
be what you want,
do what you please-
**you deserve to be worshipped dear,
you could bring the world to its knees**
*my darling,
as long as you do not surpass the man*,
you can be a queen.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
We are divided, they say--but it isn’t true.
The way I judge right v. wrong is no different from you.
Let’s not confuse acts from a few
with what most people think or what most people do.
Most people wouldn’t strangle a helpless man.
A psychopath did it because he knows, “I can.”
Most people wouldn’t shoot unless in harm’s way.
A cop pulls the trigger because he knows he won’t pay.
It’s about how we don’t do what we must--
we don’t hold accountable those we entrust
with a badge and a gun. They **** with impunity.
To end this we must act with unity:
Some must be indicted and go to prison,
or we’ll have more deaths for no good reason.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Fred has to be a male,
so, he must be masculine,
a muscle man, an alpha bag,
with a core made of ego.
Fred as a noun is something known,
He must be working with his hands,
not with his mind, no thinking.
He must be strong, and fit and sporty,
not a kid who is gay for not lifting
- a kid is a gay if his not sporty.
Fred is a guy so he must smoke,
adore the feeling of the coke,
Drink his beer and get a toast,
he must be **** smelling dope.
Fred is a man so he must have pride,
Never cry, never try to apologize,
and he must think he is always right;
like the way fathers, brothers,
often won an argument,
as punches and fists were persuasive.
Fred is a male so he must love women,
women as in **** ladies in bikinis,
**** ladies as in **** making love,
so he must love *** love as in having fun,
having fun as in playing with everyone,
and he is macho for doing that.
Fred is a name who is always feared,
of his tounge and cursing,
acting tough, controlling,
like a god, he is supreme,
his words ****** every being,
with hurt, and dissappointment.
Fred is a dude so he must be a champ,
he must be the first in every rank,
he is the strongest and toughest guy,
and he must be vain for looking tough,
looking at the mirror, self-adoring,
“Who’s the fairest of them all?”
Fred is a man, so he must always be mad,
mad as in angry, always ready to fight,
his enemies were himself if his outsmarted,
her girl if she’s disobedient,
her wife if he thinks she’s unfaithful,
the gays for they are sinners but cowardly;
and all his anger is a real strong punch,
or a slap, or a curse, or a high-sounding insult,
or the smoking of a pack of coke or puff.
Fred?
He is a guy, so he must fail to express himself.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
I am my lover's *****
I am not the object of his affection
but rather a tangible stable entity
he sometimes chases after.
Much like a dog
craving his favorite chew toy.
Playfully rolling in a puddle of mud
which coincidentally is exactly
what he thinks of me.
A property, only his to be owned
Even when he throws me away,
I should never dare to dethrone him
from the place he still thinks he owns.
To him I am unclean,
forgetting that his own hands
have soiled my soul more than
the ones before him.
He wraps his unkind words
around my neck,
ruthless knots I can't forget.
He speaks of growing old
while he eagerly counts down
the years to my death.
Not knowing that with every breath
I now die a little less.
Because when he leaves,
the noose around my neck loosens
a volcanic anger flows from within me
full of realisation that he can no longer have me,
because I now come at an expense
he can no longer afford.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
As the last few heartbeats ticked away
The world stopped turning
Everyone stood still
Skyscrapers turned purple
Purple waterfalls
Purple skies
Purple tears
Across the globe
People congregated dancing to the beats
Of a fallen warrior
And people hung their heads low
Filled with sorrow
Over the death of a legend
Younger generations exposed to the music
That shaped their parents
A whole world stopped
From the loss of a single man
All around the world
Everything stopped
When all around the world
People are being killed and tortured
When all around the world
Children are being left to die
When all around the world
People are dying on the streets
When all around the world
People are killing themselves
What will it take for the whole world to stop
Just because I died?
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
All my ladies please do understand
Intrinsically you bring beauty to this land
Put your body out there in the public eye
And you will get attention that you can't defy
Pictures of you all over there nettisphere
Fun, vivacious, seductive and suggestive
But fugly buggers better type nothing rude
You only welcome it from those attractive to you!
So you want to please and tease with your naked pics
Now you're furious for getting comments from freaks
This is why our whole world is troubled
When righteous hypocrites' standards are doubled
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Moral inconsistency
fuels the minds of the masses
What is right for you
I should never even consider
and what is acceptable for the eyes
you wouldn't dare reciprocate with your hands
Stroking your pet dog while biting into a cheeseburger
Preaching "no ****
when you know **** well
lesbian **** is bookmarked on your browser
Double standards are in place everywhere we go
Pointing fingers at others
when in reality they should be aimed
directly at a mirror
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC