"unfeminine" poems - Hello Poetry

Why am I so frightened To say I'm me And publicly acknowledge My small mastery? Waiting for sixty years Till the people take out the horses And draw me to the theatre With triumphant voices? I know this won't happen Until it's too late And the deed done (or not done) So I prevaricate, Egging them on and keeping Roads open (just in case) Go on! Go on and do it In my place! Giving love to get it (The only way to behave). But hated and naked Could I stand up and say **** off! or, Be my slave! To be in a very unfeminine Very unloving state Is the desperate need Of anyone trying to write.

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Elizabeth Smart

Trying To Write

Why am I so frightened To say I'm me And publicly acknowledge My small mastery? Waiting for sixty years Till the people take out the horses And draw me to the theatre With triumphant voices? I know this won't happen Until it's too late And the deed done (or not done) So I prevaricate, Egging them on and keeping Roads open (just in case) Go on! Go on and do it In my place! Giving love to get it (The only way to behave). But hated and naked Could I stand up and say **** off! or, Be my slave! To be in a very unfeminine Very unloving state Is the desperate need Of anyone trying to write.

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My small hips Unfeminine My height Unfeminine My broad shoulders Unfeminine My blonde, short eyelashes Unfeminine My straight legs Unfeminine my strength Unfeminine my intelligence Unfeminine my strong voice Unfeminine

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC

girlonthewing

Feminine

My small hips Unfeminine My height Unfeminine My broad shoulders Unfeminine My blonde, short eyelashes Unfeminine My straight legs Unfeminine my strength Unfeminine my intelligence Unfeminine my strong voice Unfeminine

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The problem is If I still starved and cut People would care Because I would be destroying my outer-self They don't care that you are anorexic and depressed As long as you don't bring physical harm to your body The pain inside never matters because they can't see it Well I hate my face I hate everything about my body My ugly arms and legs Scarred, dry, cracked, ****** Ugly ugly ugly Face too square Unfeminine jawline Eyebrows too thick Nose too wide Hair too bland Eyes the color of dried blood And ugly ugly brown There is nothing I can do though that hurts me When I try to fix it The worst thing I could do Would be to put on too much make up They can't see how much I hate my f*cking ugly self But I can't hurt myself So it doesn't matter Who cares Ugly can't be diagnosed So clearly I am not ill in the mind I am just ugly Only no one pays attention To that Because they can't see that pain The way they could when I could count all my ribs And I slashed my wrists They can't see it And I can't either But I can FEEL IT Even if it doesn't hurt on the outside It hurts on the inside

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC

ember-evanescent

I can feel it... :/

The problem is If I still starved and cut People would care Because I would be destroying my outer-self They don't care that you are anorexic and depressed As long as you don't bring physical harm to your body The pain inside never matters because they can't see it Well I hate my face I hate everything about my body My ugly arms and legs Scarred, dry, cracked, ****** Ugly ugly ugly Face too square Unfeminine jawline Eyebrows too thick Nose too wide Hair too bland Eyes the color of dried blood And ugly ugly brown There is nothing I can do though that hurts me When I try to fix it The worst thing I could do Would be to put on too much make up They can't see how much I hate my f*cking ugly self But I can't hurt myself So it doesn't matter Who cares Ugly can't be diagnosed So clearly I am not ill in the mind I am just ugly Only no one pays attention To that Because they can't see that pain The way they could when I could count all my ribs And I slashed my wrists They can't see it And I can't either But I can FEEL IT Even if it doesn't hurt on the outside It hurts on the inside

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When the sun shines i am nothing but beautiful When the raindrops kiss my face i am weak When the heavens are torn open i wait. Silent When they burst and lash out with furios flashes of fire and thunder I am tempestuous unfair unfeminine You say you love every part of me but on my worst day i am solitary On my best, i am yours When i love you i am inadequate When you abuse me i am woman

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC

jane-deer

Woman

When the sun shines i am nothing but beautiful When the raindrops kiss my face i am weak When the heavens are torn open i wait. Silent When they burst and lash out with furios flashes of fire and thunder I am tempestuous unfair unfeminine You say you love every part of me but on my worst day i am solitary On my best, i am yours When i love you i am inadequate When you abuse me i am woman

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A bruise is nothing. They hurt for the most part but then they heal. They’re like coffee rings that stain tabletops. Easily removed with a damp dish rag. A scar is something else. More like a true friend, always there, even if you don’t remember quite how you got it. Most people are like bruises or fleeting moments, here today and gone tomorrow. They’re like invisible ink. But a true friend, that’s a scar. A permanent imprint that’s left on the soul which marks you forever.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC

e5m

Unfeminine.

A bruise is nothing. They hurt for the most part but then they heal. They’re like coffee rings that stain tabletops. Easily removed with a damp dish rag. A scar is something else. More like a true friend, always there, even if you don’t remember quite how you got it. Most people are like bruises or fleeting moments, here today and gone tomorrow. They’re like invisible ink. But a true friend, that’s a scar. A permanent imprint that’s left on the soul which marks you forever.

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