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Racial harassment is also as bad If not worse than sexual harassment Don’t get me wrong now, I get eerily mad About both. True equality is non-existent
Take the compliment— Creepy stares at night, Men in alleyways, Creepy men in broad daylight, Take their compliment.
My dear's a deer what a novel idear having a deer not a dear makes me a bit queer but what's really quite queer
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!
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,
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.
At age 12 I started my period. I was told “welcome to womanhood”. At age 14 I worked at a pizza place. A 50 year old man came in and asked if he could order me.
No matter how hard I scrub No matter how much the water burns The feeling is still there The heaviness remains I can’t burn you off.
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.
Charming she is. Nifty sits in her eyes tummbleweed sout in her pom poms fast and funny badass funky and bold as ice cream sweet strawberry. A petunia with a heavy punch She's packin;
I have got to love my husband He has done so much for me He took me from my home And has made some money for me I have got to love my husband He gave me the ring We danced under the stars
It’s different than a period Dripping down your thigh - That’s from me: that’s mine. Not the boy at the party who Let you feel safe -
She is a warrior with a crown.
You rip off your clothes and he tears off his. Wait. Come back you’re going too far. See my clothes are my inner feelings and things I cannot express.
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 can still see the blue veins looking at me through the skin in your neck from the hatred that wraps all the way down from your hands to my wrists.