#womens
You’ll wake up thirsty for life
and know you must want to be drunk on it.
That a few tiny sips of freedom
are not for a woman like you.
So you take the river instead of a road.
Let solitude sustain you for as long as you need.
In case you forget, being called into
the freezing holiness
of the reefs drowns you electrified
in the poems
that keep you breathing.
In light of desire, get devoured
like a favorite book
and worshipped a thousand times harder.
Say exactly how you need to be loved.
Instead of dwelling on fuckups,
break the glass
and let everything that was ingrained into you fall to pieces.
Go out after dinner
and come home with a lover,
or one pathetic cigarette with a story.
Get your passport and fly far,
far away from where you grew up.
In case of fire, soak in Spring
and take in slow mornings.
Let it rip, the sun luring you to step out
ready for both rage and whimsy.
In praise of revolution,
lie down with the growing pains
of becoming. You will shed the old you.
For every new you, there’s a new pearl.
Listen more. Kiss your scars.
Wear your shade of rouge.
Show some skin.
Rest, for the love of self
must take place.
Rejoice, and oceans of it
will follow.
In time for celebration,
find more of us, we are blooming
mountains and oceans plenty.
Remember that your voice echoes
within many, many women.
Give them the pearls.
In lieu of searching for a god,
look at what makes you glad
to be here. Don’t go back.
You will never be alone or empty,
I promise.
Joy will set you free.
-tinya
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
They told HER
Stay happy,
How ?
They didn't..
They told ,
Keep smiling
How ?
They didn't .
They said
Take out time for yourself,
While still piling her up ,
With roller stick, tongs ,
And asking her to manage the same ,
Along with laptop , pen , and bag
Former was the duty ,
Latter was her choice they said !!
Stay happy ..
They said.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 8:13 PM UTC
Your body is public.
Everyone has an opinion.
You’re a woman.
Too small.
Too big.
Too curvy.
Too straight.
Eat more.
Eat less.
Smile more.
Be friendly.
Not too friendly.
Don’t be a tease.
Cover yourself.
Don’t wear anything
that might tempt the boys.
You’re a woman.
Be submissive
Let the men lead
But don’t overwhelm them
With all of your needs
Protect yourself.
But don’t set boundaries.
Don’t be assertive.
Don’t be a *****
Have children.
Even when you’re forced.
Even if you’re not ready.
You’ll regret it if you don’t.
But raise them alone.
You’re their mother.
You’re a woman.
And after all of that
they still wonder
why you’re angry.
Why you’re loud.
Why you’re done listening.
Well
Because
You’re a woman.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
कुछ इच्छाएं जो मन में सदा घर करती थी,
जो अपने घर ही क्या, परिवार में हंसी बिखेरा करती थी।
मन हृदय से कोमल, न द्वेष न दुर्भाव था,
कुछ आगे चलने का उसका ख्वाब था।
अपने घर की प्यारी, सबकी रूह में बसती थी,
हर ग़मो का हरले, ऐसी प्यारी हस्ती थी।
अब समाज की परम्परा में आगे बढ़ना था,
जिनसे खुद अनभिज्ञ, उन अध्यायों को भी तो गढ़ना था।
आज हर एक स्वप्न अपना उसे अधूरा-सा लगता है,
कुछ चाव नहीं उसको, सब नीरस-सा लगता है।
कुछ जिम्मेदारियां जो उस पर डाली गई,
कहां सीखा उसने उनसे गुजरना भी—
एक भयावह अघटित काल-सा लगता है।
हर रोज़ एक नवीन अध्याय जिसे पढ़ना है,
पता खुद को भी नहीं किस परवान उसे चढ़ना है।
अब हंसी भी उसकी धूमिल नज़र आती है,
दुख तो आते हैं सदा, बस खुशी नज़र न आती है।
चलती रहती है अपनी इस बेरहम राही को,
पर बता भी न सकती अपनी दर्द की खाई को।
जब भी मिलती है किसी से, खुश नज़र आती है,
दुख कितना भी हो मन में, पर उनको छुपाती है।
एक दिन उसके भी सपने होंगे पूरे,
पर कुछ अटकलें उस जीवन के पथ की ओर—
कुछ ये टूटी उम्मीद उसे फिर से कचोट जाती है।
अब खुद के लिए जीना छोड़ दिया,
जो भी था उसके पास—सब कुछ मोड़ दिया।
अब वक्त है उसकी समझने की कोशिश का,
कुछ न बनने वाला इस झूठी कशिश का।
अब जीना भी उसने सीख लिया,
कौन उसका—वो भी उसने तीख लिया।।
पर हिम्मत उसकी जिसने उसको स्वीकारा है,
जो भी घटित जीवन में, वो एक जखीरा है।
कुछ खुशी भी जीवन में आने को आतुर होगी,
या बस जीवन में इन दुखों का ही जखीरा है!
पर इस सत्य को भी उसको झुठलाना है,
बस जीवन में अपने रंग बरसाना है।
है जल की तरह कोमल भी, पर कुछ यूँ बदलना है—
बनना होगा उसे भी बर्फ की तरह कठोर,
पर हमेशा ही उसे तो पिघलना है…
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer
Mi amor, mi cuna, mi comienzo
En mi cuaderno diario
Cada día es tu día
Tú eres mi alma, mi pilar
Te aprecio todos los días
Y te amo mucho, mucho mi amor.
Mujer, mi amor, mi belleza
Tú me sorprendes todo el día
Tú ocupas el centro de mi vida
Tú eres mi princesa, mi amiga
Tú eres mi reina, mi envidia
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer
Mi oxígeno, mi bella dama.
Mujer, corazón de mi alma
La estrella de mi cielo y de mi vida
Tú eres la muñeca original, la mujer hermosa
Tú eres ella que se mueve, que empuja y que rema
¡Guau! Tú eres una mujer bien realizada
Mujer, dulce mujer, oh tierna mujer
Tú eres el sol que ilumina mi palma.
Mujer para mi, tú eres fundamental
Mi angelita, mi santa, tú eres muy especial
La vida no tiene sentido sin ti, sin tu sonrisa
Tú eres mi faro, mi amor, mi esperanza
Tú eres mi corazón, mi sueño, mi alma
¡Mujer, mujer, oh mujer misteriosa!
PD.Traducción del poema de ‘Joyous Women's Day'
Por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © marzo 2019, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
Growing up, a girl watches, learns,
The truths of boys and men—
so often unturned.
“Boys will be boys,”
a phrase we know,
implying girls must shoulder the load.
Girls mature fast,
women pick up the cast—
an unspoken burden, a silent decree:
Bear the weight of their irresponsibility.
In a world gripped by misogyny,
women face judgment,
their futures unclasped.
Absorbing shame for games they play,
men walk away, free to go their way.
Homes abandoned,
men now free,
their true selves unknown.
Disgrace drapes women—a heavy yoke,
neglect shatters hope.
Promises unkept,
fathers vanish as children wept.
Guilt escaped with practiced ease,
duty dodged, a ghost on the breeze.
Children and wife he never knew,
society laughs at the pain he withdrew.
Children carry his woes—
identities shaped by the hurt he chose.
Shame shouldered early,
remembering blame.
Love claimed,
but never there.
Strain felt in his name,
unfairness echoes.
Abandoned women and children grow—
a daunting endeavor men overthrow.
Shadows linger, burdens remain;
a future carved where hope will maintain.
Every struggle faced—a dawn,
strength carries on.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 11:24 PM UTC
I'm a woman,
and I’m not ashamed of it
I am not an object or a tool;
I will not be submissive or humiliated
We will not stop fighting for our rights
In many countries,
women suffer; men torture and **** them,
and they don’t have access to education,
even though they have the potential to achieve great things
They live in dire conditions
I still believe that one day we will be equal
Women will be recognized everywhere in the world as living beings, not just as adornments or a means to bear children
Let our voice for equality and women's rights not be weakened.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 9:08 AM UTC
SO ANGRY
where do i go
do i go home
why did the abuser
have to feel so familar
so happy
i got out in 2 days
instead of longer
it hurts
that I felt the pain again
ANGRY
so
ANGRY
at the patriarchy
at the men
who claim to be good
when they are really just
fetishizing
hating creatures
who believe
that they can try to control me
manipulate me
influence me
or bend me to their ways
but SORRY
to break you
YOU CAN"T
BREAK ME
OR FORCE ME
TO DO ANYTHING
I will be respected
no matter
who I must avoid
or cut off
I CHOOOSE ME
NO MATTER WHAT
I am tired of men ruling my life
I am
as well as all of the ancestors behind me
raging against most of the horrible men out there
For the good men out there
I can't wait to meet more of you
and to actually converse
and have nice interactions
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 5:55 PM UTC
How long woman is wild when she is alone?
How far woman can reach without her soulmate?
How quick woman can fall in her endless waiting!
How fun woman can die if she is alone in big house!
How strong woman can fight looking her husband die?
How big woman can dream if her husband is not rich?
Which wills woman can have if her husband is poor?
Which knot can win woman to unknot if her husband is bleeding?
Which well can be nearly for widowed **** woman?
Which well can be so far for kind widowed woman?
Which heart woman can have if her children are prisoned?
Which decision woman can take if prison guard needs her to ler her kids get out of steels?
How fun is man thinking he owns her wife's heart!
What happens when he is died so?
After understanding all that I asked my mind grandpa, how dare she talks women in that way he told me "all women not like that" and again " non kind hearted woman Are married with Sky"
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 8:40 PM UTC
with a sophisticated touch,
a burning wildfire heart,
a chaotic mind unmatched,
she is a strong woman, an art.
and when they ask,
"when strong women are down,
to whom or when do they unmask?"
i'd say they'll weep but never be their own let down.
IA
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC
May broken hearts be mended,
Broken dreams come true.
May the fractured human rapport,
be restored like t'was of yore.
May the poor and the needy,
Find means to prosper and grow
May the cheated and defrauded,
Get justice recompense their due.
May the lonely ones in prisons,
Chained for causes untrue,
Be freed of unjust detention,
Their honor restored too.
The oppressed tribal Indians,
whose home this nation's too,
Uplifted and empowered
Their right to live ensured.
The battered Indian woman,
Bearing violation cruel
Of a patriarchal nation,
Liberated at last be soon.
Humane, magnanimous people
Valuing lives above faiths and notions.
Indians together as one brethren,
Trekking onwards, one destination.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
On the backs of the women before us
Stands legacy and triumph,
Women like Anna Komnene
Who saved her father’s reputation, knew the classics,
And supervised hospitals,
Proving you can be royalty and brilliant,
Empress Wu,
The only known empress in early Chinese history,
Who challenged the norms for women liberation,
On the backs of the women before us,
Are the Roasies,
The strong women who joined industry and steel during World War 2,
Doing a man’s job,
Showing women have muscle,
A group known as the night witches
Women who bombed Nazi’s in the darkest hours,
Showing women can fight,
On the backs of the women before us,
Sacajawea,
Who at 16 trekked the mid-west with Lewis and Clark with a baby on her back,
Proving women can endure,
Kathrine Johnson,
Who proved to the world gender and color doesn’t matter,
Anyone can use mathematics for the growth of humanity,
Rosa Parks, who looked into the eyes of a white man,
And refused to give up her seat,
Proving that women can revolt,
Nellie Bly,
Who mothered investigative journalism,
Florence nightingale,
Who without her nursing wouldn’t have its roots,
On the backs of the women today,
Is Malala who at 15 was shot for standing up for a girl’s right for education,
Or Gretta Thunberg who at 17 is fighting for a greener earth,
On the backs of the women before us,
And on the backs of the women today,
Are women showing girls that tomorrow and the day after,
They can look into the eye of a man and say
Try me.. I’ll go far
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
GENERATION EQUALITY
It is equality when you work with her.
It is equality when she leads the team.
It is equality to see her, think her and call her the boss.
It is equality when she promotes her accomplishments.
It is equality to pay her the same as him for the same job.
It is for sure equality when you give her credit for that brilliant idea.
It is totally equality to admit she is more competent so she gets the job.
It is equality when she has an opinion and is confident to make it known.
It is equality when deciding for herself is norm.
It is equality when bias and stereotypes no longer define her.
It is equality when her achievements are no longer firsts.
It is equality when she is well represented in critical areas of concern.
It is definitely equality to treat her with respect and dignity.
It is absolutely equality to fight alongside her for peace and justice.
It is real equality to be her allie, support her future openly.
It is surely equality for her to reclaim and take up spaces.
Not just a woman, not just a girl, not just because she is your mother or wife,
Not just as your sister or your aunty, not just because she is your daughter,
But as the very evident, clear as day Human that she is in this generation and
Generations more to come.
An integral part of a collective whole, we all need to better uphold.
Each one responsible, Each one acting consciously, Each one shaping up,
A generation for equality.
Belema .S. Ekine
belemascribbles
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
#*A woman has it all
A woman who believes
In her own strength
She can build
And break if she wants
The false
And truths
In her castle so strong
A flower in the wild
No vase can contain
A flower so tame
Beautifies every vase
Moments can break her
Archiving some
She knows to make moments
To enliven her
Giving wings to her thoughts
Voicing the same
Stringing them in a garland
Of compassion for all
A woman has it all
A woman who believes
In her own strength*#
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
We were all born crying,
And sometimes I think that even our tiny bodies could already feel the pressure of an unfair world.
A world where women’s bodies are a prize to be won or an object to rank.
A world where people obey the sign in the museum that says “Do Not Touch”,
And those same people decide that it’s a suggestion when a woman says “Do not touch”
Hands on my body before my first period.
Not sweet hands like sweet caroline.
Before, evil was something I used to look for in Disney villains, now, it’s eyes are everywhere, glued to my 17 year old body.
It’s in my neighborhood, in my coffee shop, in my bed. It whispers me shakespearean sonnets and tells me I’m ****
Runs its fingers up and down my spine, zig zagging over the bone. Its kisses are soft and gentle, like springtime. It makes me feel important and deserving.
Then the sonnets turn from Romeo and Juliet to Macbeth, and It tells me:
****** thou art; ****** will be thy end.
Touching hands, not sweet hands.
Hard, cold, unloving, cigarette stained hands.
Cold hands on my beautiful body, my spectacular self.
I call out to nothing, and nothing responds.
I sink deeper into the bed, wanting time to stop, fast forward, or rewind or something.
I wait for the sonnets to end, and the pain to go away.
I wait for grass to grow and paint to dry.
And then it stops
and I am not me.
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
Boy, oh boy
Will boys be boys
And oh boy, that’s gross to say,
I at least get that,
I mean I try to but here’s to trying
Kind of like trying to speak for women
Or anyone that isn’t you,
you should just not do that…
There’s a difference in defense for the good of all
And then, there’s what we were talking about 50 ******* years ago
Oh, excuse me 30 ******* years ago,
Last ******* year…
2 ******* days ago…
OK RIGHT THE **** NOW…
But I really want to go back to 69
Oh, The Summer of love…
Or the summer of forcing a woman to go to court over the ability to receive an abortion only to be decided by a group of old men if she has any rights over her body to receive a safe medical procedure, all while the media doing no one any favors guiding a blind division nationally between people and God fearing busy bodies, calling her names and questioning her character as a responsible person, in a not very god-fearing tone, all while forcing Ms. McCorvey again, to get burned more for prolonging an unwanted pregnancy due to waiting on a decision that is determined in court by that aforementioned group of men, which is like the sportsman’s equivalent of just killing the clock to win a game but it isn’t a ******* game it’s a woman’s body, which clearly they didn’t care anything about just as long as they get that **** baby in the next 6 months or so, but as stated above it is indeed unwanted, so really who is going to take care of the ******* baby because we know how much people just love adopting ******* children?
Let’s ask 25 republicans!
But some people talk of 69 differently,
Some remember the Beatles.
Some recall Charles Manson.
Kind of like today
Some say we are putting god back in our government
And The rest of us in 1972 to 2019 are wondering who the **** invited god?
I never knew God and every white person’s, “one uncle” has the same opinion.
Amazing!
But Uncle Alabama shouldn’t speak for God.
Wait until he finds out she’s a woman.
That’d be a kick to the unregulated nuts we can just spew anywhere, like a natural ******* disaster.
That’s what the name of this ******* poem should be,
but it’s not.
Sincere, ********
That’s what I call this one,
That’s what I call the last 2 and half years too.
And this poem.
And telling women what to do with their bodies.
Some people would think differently.
But I don’t think some people think.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 68
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem.
"The World cannot Exist without the Water'
Same way, any descendant or being can't be Exist without a Women"
Happy Women's Day to All.....
Allah Khair.....Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem.
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Better listen to me
This dead woman
Is talking
You should’ve
Treated me right
And not cheat
You may have found
Love.
Shall this convo begin in hell
Salambo
Salambo
Better to listen to me
This dead woman is
Talking
You shouldn’t be
Racist
You should’ve
Been open minded
You may have found
Love
Shall this convo begin in hell
Salambo
Salambo
Better to listen to me
This dead woman is
Talking
You should’ve
Not beat me
You should’ve worshipped me
A goddess
You may have found
love
Shall the convo begin in hell.
Hide run scream fight
You can’t fight devious
Goddess.
Salambo.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
it was a starry night
whirlpool of wind kissed her locks
dressed in a white dress
she embraced the fragrance of roses
light-eyed eyes light up with hopes
she walked silently over the road
unknown to the swing of destiny
she walked under the numerous stars
assuming it was a moonlit path -
though it was a moonless night
believing in her undying belief -
and thinking the world is still pure.
what happened with her
was never the question
she was now distorted and ripped
neither it were her clothes
nor her messed up locks
but only and only her soul!
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
The leading cause of death for pregnant women is ******
Givers of life should be fortified
Instead, their screams echo because no one heard her
Tender touches turn to purple hand-prints with two simple words,
" I'm pregnant."
Affairs are always understandable
Until two becomes three
Then the situation must be immediately handled
Then three becomes one so a marriage and a reputation is saved
But no one saved her.
Eating for two, sleeping for two, living for two
But the two are dying. The two are being murdered.
Killed by the one person who once suffocated them with love, now turn their lips blue
Voices shriek that abortion is wrong, but the voices hush when the one killed is the mom.
Quiet as the morgue she now lays in.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC