#ladylike - Hello Poetry

it is not very lady like to leap and yell with glee or to run like mad or to touch without asking to kiss with fervor. but do you mind?

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC

glassReader

ladyLike

it is not very lady like to leap and yell with glee or to run like mad or to touch without asking to kiss with fervor. but do you mind?

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They said "You must be ladylike, And respectful, And simple." I steeled my anger. I bit my tongue. I said, "No. I must be a fire That scorches a path And turns anew."

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Mar 28, 2018

Mar 28, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC

ally_gottesman

I Will Destroy Your Expectations

They said "You must be ladylike, And respectful, And simple." I steeled my anger. I bit my tongue. I said, "No. I must be a fire That scorches a path And turns anew."

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Dont tell me I need to be a lady I have a ****** By default, I am a lady Your reality is skewed If I cuss, so be it If I sit with my legs open, so be it If I let my hair go crazy, so be it i do not need makeup to be pretty i do not need need dresses to be a lady i do not need a man telling me how to act You see I am a real lady

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC

Gloomy

Lady-like

Dont tell me I need to be a lady I have a ****** By default, I am a lady Your reality is skewed If I cuss, so be it If I sit with my legs open, so be it If I let my hair go crazy, so be it i do not need makeup to be pretty i do not need need dresses to be a lady i do not need a man telling me how to act You see I am a real lady

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my rose colored glasses cannot censor the fear i feel in the presence of him. like a suspect, the lady-like lenses crack under pressure when his hand conveniently slips on a busy night. bustling, blinding, blending right into the blur are his hands guiding my anxieties and insecurities through the roof as he grants himself permission to lust my body the way no one has ever done before. and i feel the foriegn touch unwelcome on my adolescent hips. but still i stand with a padlock over my trembling lips.

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC

alli-michelle

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my rose colored glasses cannot censor the fear i feel in the presence of him. like a suspect, the lady-like lenses crack under pressure when his hand conveniently slips on a busy night. bustling, blinding, blending right into the blur are his hands guiding my anxieties and insecurities through the roof as he grants himself permission to lust my body the way no one has ever done before. and i feel the foriegn touch unwelcome on my adolescent hips. but still i stand with a padlock over my trembling lips.

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Act like a lady, Be a lady. Being a lady means you can take it. You. Can. Take. It. Because all your life you have been trained by specialized warriors, Trained to take whatever he world throws a ou Like a lady- With grace, and dignity, and strength, and courage. You a braver than you know, Stronger than you know, Smarter than you know. Being a lady doesn’t mean you never doubt yourself. It doesn’t mean you will never fail. It means that you are capable of great things, Things like grabbing the impossible by the ***** Looking its demons head on, And making it just one on the long list of your accomplishments.

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Jan 12, 2018

Jan 12, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC

brianna-duffin

Be a Lady

Act like a lady, Be a lady. Being a lady means you can take it. You. Can. Take. It. Because all your life you have been trained by specialized warriors, Trained to take whatever he world throws a ou Like a lady- With grace, and dignity, and strength, and courage. You a braver than you know, Stronger than you know, Smarter than you know. Being a lady doesn’t mean you never doubt yourself. It doesn’t mean you will never fail. It means that you are capable of great things, Things like grabbing the impossible by the ***** Looking its demons head on, And making it just one on the long list of your accomplishments.

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So I’m not your cup of tea? I know, I know I’m loud I’m abrasive I’m bold I’m not ladylike I’m too political I’m too modern of a woman I’m not maternal I’m overly comfortable with sexuality I make jokes like a man I swear like a sailor I don’t dab the grease off my pizza I drink liquor from the bottle I got some mouth on me, the audacity I don’t filter my words I fight when I’m right, or wrong I push buttons and boundaries I’m nothing short of a firecracker So I’m not your cup of tea? That’s okay I’d much rather be someone’s shot of tequila, straight, no chaser

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC

Angelarosebravo

Tequila Straight Up, Please

So I’m not your cup of tea? I know, I know I’m loud I’m abrasive I’m bold I’m not ladylike I’m too political I’m too modern of a woman I’m not maternal I’m overly comfortable with sexuality I make jokes like a man I swear like a sailor I don’t dab the grease off my pizza I drink liquor from the bottle I got some mouth on me, the audacity I don’t filter my words I fight when I’m right, or wrong I push buttons and boundaries I’m nothing short of a firecracker So I’m not your cup of tea? That’s okay I’d much rather be someone’s shot of tequila, straight, no chaser

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Delicate tang spritzes the air with a sunshine kiss Peeling so gently it's lady-like tenderness is an elegant tea party with white gloved fingers and daisies on the mantle Her majesty will be pleased! A romantic encounter of citrus delight and sun-bathed security in ever loving om and happiness A candidate as sweet could never be asked for such a casual Sunday outing and for you my dear we are but a shared slice of raspberry accented pie So powerful but yet so softly subdued... Like piano ballads or string quartets it is here simply for our glorious consumption An ode to you my Sunday sweet orange! May my taste buds always dazzle upon your arrival

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Mar 14, 2013

Mar 14, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC

andrew-kerklaan

Sunday Oranges

Delicate tang spritzes the air with a sunshine kiss Peeling so gently it's lady-like tenderness is an elegant tea party with white gloved fingers and daisies on the mantle Her majesty will be pleased! A romantic encounter of citrus delight and sun-bathed security in ever loving om and happiness A candidate as sweet could never be asked for such a casual Sunday outing and for you my dear we are but a shared slice of raspberry accented pie So powerful but yet so softly subdued... Like piano ballads or string quartets it is here simply for our glorious consumption An ode to you my Sunday sweet orange! May my taste buds always dazzle upon your arrival

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She likes to eat nectar- ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated summer day. Hair tied back and plastered to the crown of her forehead. Fingers lazily drumming out some country song on the kitchen counter. She lets the pools of sweet, stinging nectar and saliva linger on her fingers and pierce her tear ducts. Her mama used to tell her to eat like a lady. Starched fingers, and dry mouth. But you just can't be a lady when you're playing God.

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC

kenna-mcc

Kitchen

She likes to eat nectar- ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated summer day. Hair tied back and plastered to the crown of her forehead. Fingers lazily drumming out some country song on the kitchen counter. She lets the pools of sweet, stinging nectar and saliva linger on her fingers and pierce her tear ducts. Her mama used to tell her to eat like a lady. Starched fingers, and dry mouth. But you just can't be a lady when you're playing God.

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I hate you when you catcall her I feel the anger rise, tightly coiled in my stomach Clench my fists and feel my blood pound, Because I know what you do to her, Reducing her to her body, just for your pleasure. To you she is only a body, just another opportunity to prove your manliness, your superiority. Just another girl to humiliate. I know this and my rage roars, a dragon, untamable ready to tear into you the second you try it with me. But then as I walk pass, the voices are silent. No calls, no whistles, I don't exist. The dragon within me becomes confused, am I really so ugly, so unwanted, so plain, that the **** on the streets, the ******** who harass girls as they walk, won't even look at me? What's wrong with me? The dragon fades and a new type of hate arises. I hate myself, my stupid hair, my ******* up jaw, my plain appearance. I should feel lucky for the blessed silence, the peaceful walk, but instead I feel a nauseating sense of shame and hate for myself, As I tuck my head down like a good girl and hurry home, Trying not to cry. Society has turned being harassed as a goal to reach for. Keep telling us "it's a compliment" And sooner or later we'll start to believe it. But that doesn't make it true. So I sit sharping my nails, not sure whose throat to rip out, Yours? Or mine? Because you've told me, It's not ladylike for me to hate anyone, Except myself.

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC

morallyinferior

Ladylike?

I hate you when you catcall her I feel the anger rise, tightly coiled in my stomach Clench my fists and feel my blood pound, Because I know what you do to her, Reducing her to her body, just for your pleasure. To you she is only a body, just another opportunity to prove your manliness, your superiority. Just another girl to humiliate. I know this and my rage roars, a dragon, untamable ready to tear into you the second you try it with me. But then as I walk pass, the voices are silent. No calls, no whistles, I don't exist. The dragon within me becomes confused, am I really so ugly, so unwanted, so plain, that the **** on the streets, the ******** who harass girls as they walk, won't even look at me? What's wrong with me? The dragon fades and a new type of hate arises. I hate myself, my stupid hair, my ******* up jaw, my plain appearance. I should feel lucky for the blessed silence, the peaceful walk, but instead I feel a nauseating sense of shame and hate for myself, As I tuck my head down like a good girl and hurry home, Trying not to cry. Society has turned being harassed as a goal to reach for. Keep telling us "it's a compliment" And sooner or later we'll start to believe it. But that doesn't make it true. So I sit sharping my nails, not sure whose throat to rip out, Yours? Or mine? Because you've told me, It's not ladylike for me to hate anyone, Except myself.

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