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Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of my heart thuds louder Walking never seemed so hard But it’s dark and I’m alone, ma’s warning rings
O’ women of East Do not bow before the beast For you are the Queen of your men And they are your guardians by pen O’ women of East Remember, you are not a feast All that glitters is not gold
A mother, daughter, sister and wife, Doesn’t she deserve to live a happy life? A gift so rare since her birth,
This is the way you put on makeup; you wear it everyday to become “beautiful”; don’t wear too short dresses or skirts, or the guys will be distracted;
They told me not to speak about it. Pretty girls should't have ugly problems. Pretty girls should be grateful. Pretty girls should be poised. So, they molded me into that.
A lot of People don't know That I when I dance there is a flow But that flow would not exist If it was not for the person who I miss The one who broke it to pieces Now my heart has creases It shows
What does going through a breakup and being cheated on and being betrayed feel like? It feels like I have to wake up every morning with a smile on my face and
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.
And what else do you expect her to endure? The mountains she climbed Wasn't enough for you to ensure? The burden she bore, The mask of happiness she wore,
I will imagine myself now dangling from the edge of a page, Peering over the corner, Letting my blood boil,
A useless flower on Valentine’s Day Red to paint her lovers name as tainted as the love he gave Roses have thorns but men have blades He grabbed my wrists and cut my veins
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So perhaps it was not beauty that shone in the wrinkled face of my grandmother, well past a prime she doesn't miss. It was strength
You won’t make it The world cries I will she deters Tears threatening her eyes With your skin so dark
Talking. Talking is hard. Breathing, eating, sleeping. It all seems hard. From the time I was a young girl to now, everything has been hard. Exspressing my feelings is hard but I have a dream.
DEAR BLACK QUEENS,
Whoa, Man I know that because I am a Woman You might think that I am less than You Man
Divorce yourself from those scum pigs Gouge them from their throats Thrust their wills into the gutters Where they belong Do not wither Bloom with their growing hatred
Her prowess is unparalleled, Suppression never dissuaded all that she is-- An ephemeral incandescence-- ceasing relentlessly
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Some days will be submerged in Déjà vu. Others will be as dark as the thoughts she’s trying to shake. One-minute white pure light surrounds her, the next, hot flames burn throughout her body.
My best friend was raped her freshman year and was shamed into transferring into another school. I met her my senior year.
I'm whole. Holy, Wholly, Pure. Fresh driven snow, Or freshly cut coke. Blessed and untouched Or lonely, Unloved Is my flower, Truly power? This is me
When you look at me, you see woman. You see wide hips, large chest, hourglass waist, curvy backside. You automatically see what I hold between my thighs.
Being Black is a curse A black woman so much worse The disrespect almost intolerable
I don't understand why everybody cares so much. Look at me! I am tall. I am big. I am loud. I am strong. Where is the problem? Listen to me! I am smart. I am brave.
With obstacles, brings strength while strength builds up resilience.
Oh Superman, where are you? I'm scared, so please come help me. what could I possibly do? I need you to set me free. seriously, I'm waiting! Oh Superman, where are you?
When I see you in my dreams, You have no power over me. Time has done its part and I’ve grown up; You are just a monster under some Other child’s bed. You do not frighten me from the other side.
This is my falling down story, the one where no one caught me There’s no happily ever after, ‘cause they couldn't put us back together I’m just a damsel in distress, turns out you’re just as helpless
Bad B*tch this bad B*tch that I just laugh and tell these dudes fall back Bad B*tch huh I don't even know what that means cause bad is for kids if you ask me
You think you can come back And hurt me like the last time Well, you can see I’ve put you in the past You’re ancient history now I’ve put you up with all my childish toys It’s time for me to be a woman now
she walks strong showing no fear, no hesitation with every breath she takes she is closer to respect in a world of men a woman has no place no rights no freedom