#misogny
Pain surges through my body,
No matter how I sit, how I lay,
I feel like I have been stabbed.
It’s just period pain.
Just is a funny word, it implies it could be worse,
Maybe it could, but as the pain travels down to my thigh, to my knee, then up again to my lower back,
I’m not sure it could get worse.
The nausea kicks in, I feel faint,
Am I swaying?
I stumble to the toilet, retching with agony,
My body tries to get rid of the sin; Of the apple Eve ate,
But it feels hopeless.
I begin to burn up,
So I fling myself to the cold cool bathroom tiles,
What else am I to do?
The room is swallowed by misery, myself as well,
I can do nothing but lay on the floor and take it,
Every four weeks,
Again and again I am tormented; punished,
And for what?
What have I accomplished that is equal to this, Monstrosity?
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:27 PM UTC
I am woman
But I am not
Where there should be flower
there's **** and rot
I should be girl
So that you can nut
I should serve you ***** but never ****
I should be smaller
I shouldn't be louder
I should nibble and never devour
I should be young
I should do that forever
I should be stupid so you can be clever
I should **** you
But I should be pure
I shouldn't **** him though
that makes me a *****
I should be bald from the neck down
I shouldn't call you when I break down
I should be nice
I should be meek
I shouldn't cry and I shouldn't leak
I shouldn't scream
I shouldn't hiss
I should not explain why I still flinch
I should whisper
I shouldn't joke
Like every girl I should like being choked
I should be by design
I should be like a doll
I should know how to curl up in a ball
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 11:34 PM UTC
Sit up straight
chest out
Legs together
DON'T SLOUCH
smile,
Smile,
YOU SHOULD SMILE MORE
you'd look prettier
Brush your hair,
tight bun,
no stray hairs,
you'll look sloppy
no Man wants a girl like that
you should eat less
no Man wants a girl who eats too much
don't eat that
that's the reason for your stretch marks
you'll get fat
don't be fat
No Man wants a fat girl.
don't wear short skirts we don't want to see that...cellulite
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
...she's too skinny
"she looks anorexic haha"
Ew pimples,
dark circles under your eyes!
COVER THEM UP.
"Why are you wearing make up?
I only like girls with "natural" makeup",
don't wear that red lipstick
you'll look like a *****
"Dude she is such a **** look how short her dress is"
"She's such a ***** show some leg, you're not a nun"
"She should loosen up, take a few shots, she's so up tight"
"Look at how much she has had to drink, she's so loose"
Men don't like girls who...yell
Men don't like girls who...swear
Men don't like girls who...drink
Men don't like girls who...smoke
Men don't like girls who...wear too much
Men don;t like girls who...wear too little
Men don't like girls who...play hard to get
Men don't like girls who...are too easy
Men don't like girls who...eat too much
Men don't like girls who...don't eat
Men don't like girls who...are too clingy
Men don't like girls who...don't give them attention
Men don't like girls who...
Men don't like girls who...
Men don't like girls who...
STOP
I am a WOMEN.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
She looks -a still,
Young looks can ****
Oh it breaks my heart…
It won’t be mine,
Bottled-up it gets better,
Just give it some time.
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
Beauty stop, you stand still,
Young looks can ****
I gave my heart and wasted my time,
Let my love out, let go-o-o-o-o…
Woman on woman -my Woe!
Sweet Liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
Here with a feeble mind,
Now drinking all the time!
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
Plump lips, her curly hair-r-r-s,
Never a boyfriend, -she swears!
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
That body, does it shine?
I’m drinking all the time!
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
Sweet liquor only ages,
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Each sunday,
the owner's face lit up
as I popped in the neighborhood bodega
in need of paper towels, soap, toothpaste.
Occasionally, when I uttered the word “purple,”
his brown eyes glowed and he flashed me a smile
as he fetched the Trojan condoms behind the counter.
This week,
I came in on saturday,
he looked pleasantly surprised to see me,
earlier in the week.
until I reached the counter
holding tampons, desperate to stop my leaking body.
In my humanity,
I was no longer ****
not worthy of a smile.
Nor the well wishes of a nice evening.
His greetings had always had an invisible price tag,
exchanged for a glimmer of hope.
The hope that his kind words would
earn him a discount in the time it took
for me to live up
to his fantasy
one day.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC