"THIS PICTURE WILL NOT CHANGE THE WORLD, BUT I STILL NEED FEMINISM AND I’M GOING TO REALLY, REALLY TELL YOU WHY":

-Because I got called a ***** for wearing a short plaid skirt when I was 10

-and because when Nujood Ali from Yemen was 10 she got divorced

-Because black girls’ names became my classmates’ favorite “joke” when I was 11

-and because when an 11-year-old girl in Texas was ***** by 18 men the New York Times wrote of how the girl “dressed older than her age”

-Because I started counting calories when I was 14

-and because when Malala Yousafzai was 14 she was shot in the head for trying to go to school

-Because I heard a boy greet a girl with “hey ****” today at age 16
-and because when a 16-year-old girl in Steubenville, Ohio was filmed being ***** by two boys at a party while unconscious the CNN reporters talked about how tragic it was because the rapists had such bright futures as athletes

-Because I will have to watch my drink at all bars and parties when I am 22

-and because when CeCe McDonald was 22 she was sentenced to 41 months in prison for defending herself against a man who screamed transphobic, racist insults at her and then slashed her face with a bottle

-Because no matter what age I am the biggest threat to men will still be heart disease, and the biggest threat to women will still be men.

-Because it is not just about me, because it is not just about anger, because it is not just a JOKE, because it is not just about “hating men,” because it is not just about girls with vaginas, because it is not just about ending “****”, because it is not just about white straight girls in Rookie magazine, because it is not just about writing on backs, because it is not just about the fact that gay men are “****” but lesbians are “hot,” because it is not just about pictures of thin white girls being the only google image results for the search phrase “beautiful women”, because it is not just about writing signs, because it is not just about what she was wearing or how many times she said yes before she changed her answer to no, because misogyny is not just about one thing and feminism is not just about one thing and it is not just “a trend” and it will not “happen” in just one way.

-And because yes. It is about equality for EVERYONE, but first and foremost it needs to be about equality for girls, because they are not treated equally to men, in every single sense, and you are not going to take feminism away from me and call me bossy/hostile/aggressive and make this about yourself or make it into a joke, because truth be told, I’m not joking and I’m tired of explaining. If you want to call yourself a feminist, you work hard to spread feminism, you do not turn this into a contest of whose struggle is greater and constantly demand to know what you can get out of feminism personally. Feminism is not just about you, or me, it is about everyone. If you’re male and you’re tired of men being stereotyped as hyper-masculine, soulless, sexist, inherent leader-tyrant creatures, then go out and prove the patriarchy wrong and fight for girls, like someone with a soul who believes in equality would. Then, yes, feminism will be about everyone.


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The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster

And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much

And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

You were sitting in my golden room
You threw my things off their perches
and proceeded to wall on my antique bed.
My bible was pretending to lay silent on the floor.
Oppression wasn’t in the Quran on my bed but the 2000 Red Dodge Ram
Drove you away.

Your parents deemed
my short haircut
a symbol of homosexuality.
They placed my name among the delinquents.

You would always rock your skinny jeans.
I know you were wearing them when you tried to slit your own wrists.
You found things to live for when you found me.
We shed our pants, camped out on my battered couch, and watched Rocky Horror.
I’ll never understand;
you can have love affairs with Panic!At the Disco and Carried Underwood.
You drug me to Jarritos Mexican Soda
And hugged the stranger in the TWLOHA t-shirt.
You texted me “Goodnight, seep tight, don’t let the zombies bite” when you finished my “No mas pantalones” notice.
We went to Sweet CeCe’s to celebrate getting fired from your therapist.
I know you’re okay
the same way you quoted John Green in my room that day
and I still miss you.
Keep your smiles and your paints.
we’ll be 18 one day.

You could call me female.
You could call me heterosexual.
You could even call me Cece.
You could, but you'd be wrong.

Because I am NOT always female.
Because I am not heterosexual.
Because I am definitely not Cece.
Do you want to know what I am?

I AM gender fluid.
I AM pansexual.
I AM Ash.
Do you start to understand me?

Male, neutral, female
Male, female, and others
Ash Jimenez
Are you still with me?

E unless otherwise indicated.
Don't assume that bae is a he (he is tho).
Yes, I am changing my name.
I hope that you understand.

I acknowledge the consequences of keeping you,
my mind implies too many things
and my heart says otherwise-one thing.
Had i not hugged,kissed and touched you the last time we met
perhaps my theoretical decision would come lightly,
because when  put in practice,i die of the good memories.

If you could stop mesmerizing me now,
possibly i will walk away and let you go..


But yet i blame you for misleading me,
i came into this relationship without LOve-Proof
and luck was on you,
you shot me into my ***** interest
and i drowned in a pool of blood.


Now that you have disclosed every hindering detail,
i can tell by the tone of your voice ,that you are unhappy.
i know how much she means to you and
how passionately you love her,
she is family,
and family comes first.

So you claim to love me,yet  you filled with guilt and remorse.
I desire to know why did you get involved with me to start with..
Now you drop a bomb on me and expect me to tolerate this crap???

Sorry i loved you more than necessary,
you were spot on as per say; "i don't deserve you"
indeed you don't..

I miss you ,yet i must accept reality,pack you out of my purse and move on..>>>

~LoVE CeCE~

She had a dissembling way
about her.
agenda concealed and opaque as nightfall.
her smile
conniving
making me wish i left sooner.

Meeting you was God's will..
Granting you access into my world was a choice,
Dating you was a mistake..
but
Loving you was beyond my control..!

~cece~

Meeting you was God's will..
Granting you access into my world was a choice,
Dating you was a mistake..
but
Loving you was beyond my control..!

~cece~

Drew was much older than Cecilia
No matter, his love was pure
Cece didn’t view him as a father figure
She knew he was the right one for her
Look, Chaplin had Oona
Then there was Serge and Jane
It could happen, it did happen
It was love by any name

In the desert they would roam
They lived to hike
He was a gourmet
Who cooked for her at night
Over a nice rose, by candlelight
They would nuzzle
As the years turned into decades
They aged without fear

So judge ye not
For they have got
As tight a bond you’ll ever see
Evidenced by what each never takes off
A matching wedding ring

Visualising the better life I want to have
On a beach in Turks & Caicos having a laugh
Jolly moments sweeter than a lollipop
Popping up in pop up shops, shopping till we drop

Drop the top off the vehicle, a headless spider chilling, cooler than an icicle
4 wheels instead of 2, 'raris over bicycles
A fraction of the enjoyment I see ahead of me
To manifest the life I want, I visualise it vividly

Frozen hearts warming up with the heat of love
A metaphor for the comfort obtained from wearing gloves
Drive away the vampires with a garlic clove
Representing the bad energy I reject from below

The things I think of when I'm not subject to sobriety include the higher ups destroying our sense of individuality
Moulding people to adhere to the rules in society
Working towards uniformity, abolishing variety

Wisdom is a value I aspire to master
Part of my recipe to avoid disaster
Next on the list is demerara sugar, not caster
Brown like CeCe Winans, singing about a box that's alabaster

Carving her voice into the melody of the song
Serenity surrounds the sound sharper than a prong
Hitting the high notes, higher than hitting a ****
Lyrics that speak to your soul making you feel like you can do no wrong

I went on a tangent, curved away from manifestation
That's what happens when your mind and pen have a miscommunication
At least I had the foresight to have the realisation
Brought to me by honing my skills of divination

Back on track to attack the matter at hand
Manifesting dreams is not something that can be planned
Thoughts become actions so make sure your thoughts are grand
And put the work in to forge a path towards the promised land

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I believe by Yolanda Adams that the audience will 'Listen' by Beyonce because 'We Are Here' by Alicia Keys that 'Man Down' by Rihanna 'Ain't It Funny' by Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule that it's too late to 'Apologize' by Justin Timberlake whose 'Future' by TY Bello said we should sing 'Halleluiah' by Alexandra Burke and 'No One' by CeCe Winans stopped the 'Fireworks' by R. Kelly that made the spectators to 'Stand Up (for the champions)' by Right Said Fred because 'I Look to You' by Whitney Houston and 'Thank God I Found You' by Mariah Carey, Joe, 98 Degrees because I love you 'Just The Way You Are' by Bruno Mars: let's 'Heal the World' by Michael Jackson.


And if I were to go for any audition now, I won't forget to 'Sip' (alcohol) with Joeboy even when I don't take alcohol.

Drew was much older than Cecilia
No matter, his love was pure
Cece didn’t view him as a father figure
She knew he was the right one for her
Look, Chaplin had Oona
Then there was Serge and Jane
It could happen, it did happen
It was love by any name

In the desert they would roam
They lived to hike
He was a gourmet
Who cooked for her at night
Over a nice rose, by candlelight
They would nuzzle
As the years turned into decades
They aged without fear

So judge ye not
For they have got
As tight a bond you’ll ever see
Evidenced by what each never takes off
A matching wedding ring