WomanPower
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We have been told.For the longest time.That we are inferior to men.That we can't do what they do.That we weren't meant to.But I will tell you what we were meant to do.To fight, to show our worth.
Once upon a starry night
Still is dark but seems so bright
The way the world just disappears
Into your eyes into your fears
Is it true?
the words I hear
and the visuals I see,
beyond truth is all I ever believe,
but for me to see,
and for me to hear
is it reality?
the feelings that i feel
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences
soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and
your ears don't hear
endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you
your body language the tool of choice
In the mirror,
I stare at my opposite twin
who stares back at me.
She is beautiful, yet worn;
she is mysterious, yet ordinary.
And there is no way of talking to her
I'm going to bring up
Gender equality
Being a "feminist"
And what that means.
Let's talk about stereotypes
And why they exist
Why we continue to accept
The explanations they give
As if:
From the coils on my head
To the Birth mark on my right arm
From the pigment of my skin
To the beauty of my charm
I am the expressed genes of my DNA
Genetically selected me I must say
I was born flawless
Why you may ask
Because I'm me
And God made
I'm a woman
I'm a sister
I'm a daughter
I' m a best friend
My imperfections make me flawless
No filter is needed to see who this is
A girl with such a bliss
Someone who they miss
But in history, they've shown of me what should be
As now I uncover my destiny
Now the filters may disappear
Pick this up
Pick that up
Shut your mouth
Women should be seen
Not heard.
Make me tea
Make me breakfast
Make me tea
Make me lunch
Make me tea
Make me dinner
so this is what you get when you wash me down
scrub me with scalding water until my skin is raw
lather and rinse and repeat
wash the layers of armor away
we watch as they swirl down the drain
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world.
The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned.
Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself.
The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
i am the one they call strange
annoying
weird
different
i am the girl who is ignored
unwanted
unneeded
i am the one who doesnt grow up
i probably never will
Hello
My name is Jasmine
I mean my name is Young
I mean my name is Girl
I mean my name is Woman
Hi there
I’d like to tell you a story
About summer
When it’s hot
Yes I know I'm flawless
Wow look at that confidence
I look at others so pretty and petite
But only wonder why they do not eat
I love to live and live to love
Many times I see fear
For those around me it is clear
Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here
Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror
Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Dear Future Self,
You did it.
Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.
The Toy Truck Girl
When I was five years old
My mom bought my brother a toy truck
He loved to play outside in the dirt in his jeans
I woke up
I had to wake up
I had my whole life
Waiting ahead of me in strife.
I always dreamed of this moment
Could it be my time?
I could hear the chime
Of success calling my name
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless
The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek
I am too tall.
I am too loud.
My hair is a mess in the morning.
My memory is not all that great.
Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth.
Sometimes I don't want to take a shower.
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged
Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
My legs, My legs,
O' they are much better than pegs.
Through lush green fields I dance and I prance,
O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants!
My calves are smooth and supple,
I'm about to write this poem,
but first let me take a sefie.
Ducklips Filters and angles
When I was younger, I was a bonfire.
I blinded all who came to hurt me,
and could comfort those who sought my warmth.
I lit my surroundings with my wild light,
and was never afraid
Taking a picture day in and day out little imperfections
Quickly to be corrected hide the true beauty waiting to be discovered
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to
That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion.
“They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom;
the wavy grasslands of my hair,
the muddy pools of amber eyes.
I see the stretch of sand dune skin,
I have hills and valleys on me.
I am sassy,
as some may know.
Its flawless in design,
and that, I like to show!
I might have some odds and ends about myself,
And those problems I might have to lug and tow.
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
Music poundin’, phrases boundin’-
baby I’m flawless…
Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’-
Baby I’m Flawless…
"Beauty is pain."
The phrase I was raised on.
My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother-
Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school,
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.
Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless.
Silky brown skin all among the ends.
makeup
celebrities
perfect bodies
and then there’s me
so much pressure to look the part
they forget to look at our heart
Beauty, Beauty she fell back into her a pool of pressure.
As she felt every ounce of water seeping into her skin
It reminded her of the pressure of being being ideal
as she drowned in her pool of sins
Which is really you,
the person behind the curtain,
or the person your
best friend
boyfriend
parent
ecclesiastical leader
God
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless.
There are so many things that feel about myself,
That are just....not.
I don't physically flawless.
I can point out everything I hate easily,
They say I should be petite
That I shouldn't eat
Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
As a little girl your momma always tells you
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That beauty isn"t only skin deep
That young girls don't need make up and filters
To be pretty
Beautiful.
I am just a word, but when you read me
what do you see?
Am I a famous celebrity or model?
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I kept running,
Until I had to stop
I curled up into a ball
My arms hugging my knees tightly
Before I knew it, it was raining buckets
And my face was wet from sobbing
Please do not use my good looks
As an excuse for your blatant impertinence
Of course I look “pretty damn fine”
But I did not get dressed with you in mind
Your threatening footsteps,
Lingering eyes,
I am woman, hear me roar,
Breath fire, wipe minds, tear asunder
This world that was built on innocent blood
Of women, children, difference plundered.
Where woman tread, no man should.
