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Who left the tap on? When his building storm spills out,She is made to carry the overflow He refuses to call a plumberAnd there’s only so much flooding this room can take
When I was a little girl I was told to be a princess I was told to fix my hair Paint my nails and wear fancy shoes I tried to like what I was told to do And strained my face and pulled my hair
Auror: Hair a lucious carbon Smile smoldering bright Eyes showcasing a glaring flame of wit He is a man indeed so that should make him a knight But in order to be so, society's expectations he must fit
You wanted me to be a princess and you my knight and for us to live forever in everlasting light live in a beautiful castle happy ever after fill our days with love and laughter But I'm a dragon, not a maid
It is boys like you who consciously Brainwash girls And preach how “natural” is better And overly sexualize her body as if they weren’t a breathing human
They've written "pink" in permanent ink on everything I own: my body's curves, my voice's verve - they scratched it into stone. The word is there on everything I have and have not known -
I am a strong, independent woman Let me repeat myself You obviously weren’t listening I am a strong independent woman
There’s never been a way out of it, these gender roles, these confinements, these chains you put on me weighing me down. It’s either pink or blue, black white, rich poor, minority majority.
Put the food down, Girls look better thin. Don't frown, Smiles always win. Don't cry, People will think you're insane. Look away from football, Let boys enjoy their game.
infants are stamped to maximize efficiency to help society run smoothly, you understand yes, they're stamped right between their chubby little legs categorized in neat little boxes
I am not a numberYou cannot quantify meMy worthBy a number less than 4Or greater than 200 You cannot apply your labelsAnd your boxesYou cannot make my world black and whiteOr make me exist In 2 dimensional space I am a goddessAn ethereal beingGre
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me. The bad things -
He said they slept together They believed him
we grew up with Barbie dolls, princesses, baseball and football stars
I wasn’t allowed to play with Legos. Santa never brought me a PS3. I was never allowed to walk home from school. I was never taught how to change the oil in my car. I’m never asked to carry things.
I “Nothing is set in stone; besides, I don’t even know what I want. I don’t care about your hopes and dreams; my needs matter so much more.” II
We've created an army of identical twins, 318,457,385 of them today, more tomorrow. All mirror images staring blankly back at each other, unable to see the similarities,
They were used to me being girly Fat. Insecure. Sensitive. I dreamed to be a thin designer that put others under the control of my charms of my domesticity A cook, a designer, a wife.
Why you? The one i adore. Why you? The one with a high score. Why you? Who seem so real. Why you? The one whos skin always peel. Why you? Who makes my blood boil. Why you? Who's mind is soiled. Why you? Who sweeps my mind. Why you?
Smile. Laugh. Nod. Impersonate a goddess. Your smile is fake. Your laugh is fake. Everything is fake, fake, fake. You’re not happy. You settled for less.
Like a chain, a chain that Shackles her to her grave; Is this any different? Well, from shackles, she can be saved.