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"Talent is a pursued interest, anything that you're willing to practice you can do." And I'm told this, it is implied. I have a strong mother who never questioned my ambition as a manifestation of talent.
Take the compliment— Creepy stares at night, Men in alleyways, Creepy men in broad daylight, Take their compliment.
To whom it may concern I think that any Bigotry, Ignorance, Or prejudice You harbor deep inside should burn.
She's like an angel kindred and kind She's like a princess fancy and fair She's like a professional punctual and precise She is a successful business woman!
Okay, I'll admit it, maybe I could try on a skirt or two, but is it so bad if I want to feel comfortable. I don't wear clothes to amuse you, I don't aim for perfection or style, I aim for comfort.
The moment I grew up Was the moment I learned I was a product. I didn't decide The men staring never sat me down And gave me "The Talk." No, not with words
Still as the un-awakened beat, Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold, A soul no longer held captive, But is free. Trying to hold back the memories, But is letting the hidden emotion flow,
I'm sorry Our culture has forced you to fit the narrow path of Masculinity. Forced to morph yourself to fit the standards Only seeing black and white And anything remotely gray is too feminine
I'm sorry Our culture has created an uncomfortable burden for you to tackle. Born in a world where people automatically think less of youbecause of your biology
September 3rd Maybe I'd always been broken inside. Perhaps the image I projected of myself was nothing but a wisp in the wind An outspoken thought driven by false assumptions of myself.
She chose to remain quiet, everyone thought she was rude She chose to spoke but they ignored her She chose to help, they weren’t grateful She chose not to, they called her selfish
I was twelve when I realized that nobody would love me more than me School, the place where I went to get learn, was where I learned to despise myself.
you said i couldn’t do it but all you did was remind me that my power was from within and my flames burned from embers buried deep within the soul i have nurtured and built
When's the last time you reached under a girls shirt? Not for her breast but for the heart underneath her chest That beats, to fuel the emotions that long to expressher qualities and emotions outside the appeal of sex When's the last time you saw
This world was built by a rash assumption, One that disregards women’s basic rights. It is promotion of mass consumption; It is the spilt blood by too many fights.
I want to ride on the back of bees I truly wish you would recognize me I claw into myself I clean it up I get thrown in the trash for the garbage pickup I display raw strength
Fellowman, The humans who share this space. All with a different race. A different shade, And unequally paid. We all struggle,
She is a warrior with a crown.
Why must we be condemned by traditional conservatism? A woman’s efforts to obtain the equality and respect similar to a males status seems that of unfamiliarity.
I have a confession... and I must say, that I am in love. with a movement and a little mood hits. well, not little, but big
I’m angry. I’m angry at the world right now. Where is my place in the world? Who am I? As a woman, what walls are going to be put up around me that I am going to have to bulldoze down? I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the world right now.
I take a knee In solidarity With my oppressed brothers and sisters For I am not free
Dear attacker, It has been so long since I’ve seen your face yet I feel I will never forget it brown eyes pale skin white teeth the most charming smile
"Oh my gosh you’re sooo sassy” should be tattooed on my foreheadIf I had a dime For every time I spoke my mindWith confidence
Aniyah Jones The Imagine of We Women Dear Society, The imagine you have self created for women Is not the imagine that we women have created for ourselves
Here’s some advice From a female crowd In OUR eyes, WE have found
To whom it may concern, Girls should be sugar and spice, you said,
Dear Feminism, I've heard about you before. About how you've helped so many helpless Women in the West. Let them vote, let them work, let them speak. And how you're helping so many helpless Women
You see meBarely five feet tallDark frizz sticks on my headA bridge connects my browsFuzz covers my breastsHairs line the rolls of my stomach
Sickly sweet sweat stains my face, As Specters’ kisses dress my lips, With ghostly fingers my shape they trace, Caressing my cheek, my breasts, my hips.
I click down the hallway Truly a goddess divine Too good for their world, I watch as their eyes number my sins. They prophesy: I am damned forever
Snow White Is beginning to notice That when she dares Take a bite Out of the poison painted Hearts of those who Make themselves her monsters Cinderella Will be there