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Cherry Apr 2019
I found
The northern star above the stormy dark sea
Your warmth interrupting the sharp cold breeze
I found
The shining sun amongst the cloud-drenched sky
Your relentless hope when I was convinced I couldn't try
I found
The hot flame at the heart of the frozen void
Your endless patience when I was frustrated and annoyed
I found
The signpost amidst a seemingly ongoing nowhere
Your acceptance when I was alienated and desperately needed care
I found
The tallest peak of the mountain while roaming through avalanches and blinding snow
Your guidance during a time when myself I did not know
I found
A bolt of light slicing through the pitch-black cave
Your compassion and strength when I needed to be saved
I found all these things when I needed them most
I found them in you when you found me and held me close
Cherry Apr 2019
Why is my worth determined by the length of my skirt
Three inches below the knee or else I'm an obvious flirt
“Putting myself out there”, a ****, a *****
As if I should expect to be ***** and if not I should thank
All the men for “controlling themselves”
When in reality they control me and the entire society
Because they view me as a piece of meat
Instead of what I am - a human being walking on the street
If you can't control yourself YOU should change
Educate yourself instead of turning the blame
You are the problem
Not me and my skirt
I will choose what I wear and you will go about your day
If you find it difficult then turn and be on your way
It's not my responsibility, how you feel
These jeans are comfortable so what's the big deal
Men can wander shirtless in the heat of the summer
But if a woman wears a crop top they try to get on top of her
Why should I be afraid to leave my house
In fear that a man might see me and become aroused
Avert your eyes, control your brain
Sexualising a random stranger is just insane
And why does it matter anyways how I dress
I'm still a good person whether I'm wearing more or less
I am my brain, I am not my body
I'm just decorating it, I will not be sorry
I'm constantly trying to better myself and our planet
But all you see is my body and you judge me upon it
Young girls are taught that covering themselves is more important than education
This is what's going to **** up the next generation
How about teaching them consent, respect and charity
How to be a doctor, baker or tax attorney
Instead of letting “boys be boys” they should be punished for their sins
And taught from a young age that this behaviour doesn't win
Judge me on my brain, on who I actually am
Or maybe you can't because I'm not a man

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