gender equality
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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
Although you think we don't care,
Just know that we are there,
In the shadows,
In the corners,
We await our moment
The moment when we can rise to greatness
You spat on us,
Pretty ladies with a handsome man
Flock and squawk nonsensically
Are silly and full of mindless fantasies
The man is powerful
He can do anything
Beautiful lady with a crowd of men
Pretty ladies with a handsome man
Flock and squawk nonsensically
Are silly and full of mindless fantasies
The man is powerful
He can do anything
Beautiful lady with a crowd of men
Dear world,
First off, I would like to say,
Thank you for taking the time
To make me this way,
Though it’s not been so kind.
We were told when we were little we could be anything
Little girls could be princesses
Little boys could slay dragons
Extraordinary
Picture a first generation girl.
Her parents, never finished high school.
Her older brother, spent the first 8 years of his life without seeing his father
The misery of war lies a heavy burden on my psyche
Every night, I question who I am and why I’m here, despite
My family’s need and my desire of adequacy
Once upon a time,
in a land far away,
there lived a beautiful princess
whose name was Aurora.
Her hair as golden as sunshine on a sunflower,
lips as red as the red rose,
America, you lied to me
I came here to grab all the opportunities
It was a long wait, in that large embassy
I held on my mother’s hand as we flew across the sea
This year I learned
that my body didn’t belong to me
and that sexuality didn’t matter
because men who thought they owned me
decided that I didn’t matter.
Girls around me
aching
mommy,you told me i was made ofthe galaxyand its brightest stars.then why did grandpa frown upon my sightand make us sit at another table?
A bullet costs less than a quarter
A life is cut shorter
A bullet is made of lead
A life is dead
A bullet is fast
A life's wound is vast
A bullet hits hard
The color of one’s skin
Is not where they begin
There should be no racism
We’re all human
A gender is a gender
Life is not a poem.
Any irony,
foreshadowing,
or rhyme scheme is accidental.
You can’t read out my life
in neat little stanzas
and peal back the meanings
one by one.
Someone said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know which one you’re going to get.”
It’s a simple statement. Innocent enough.
But what everyone should understand is chocolate is meant for more.
She teaches her children never to hate
That to love and be loved is life’s greatest joy
And that no matter what, at the end of each day
She’s thankful and can rejoice — even while struggling
I'm tired of looking at the human race in the eyes
To see death, poverty, abuse all covered up by lies
We told ourselves it wouldn't happen again
But it never stopped my fellow men
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone.
With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
If I could change the world
I would change
the wage gap
the catcalls
the disrespect
the dismissal
the phrase "Don't be such a girl"
If I could change the world
Gay, to straight, to something in between
Whatever you are you, i am on your team.
Girl, boy, however you identify yourself
I will treat you how I treat everybody else.
Full of respect and never judging you
She's a nag, but he is a leader
She's inconsistent, but he is a dreamer
She's moody, yet he is led by passion
She's a flirt, while he is just dashing
Will equality ever be found,
We are the people of this world
We are the people of America
What are rights?
Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race?
NO
Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
Look, boy, I'm talking to you:
You who love the curve of my hip like a child
You who find solace when I'm meek-mannered and mild
You who find sweetness in my summer fleetness
