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There are moments when I feel the injustice to my gender more prominently When I am told in my job orientation that my attire is restricted for the men’s comfortability
Women like me Women like me will always be judged, Why can’t women like me just be loved? I wish i never had features to look like the rest.
Women like me Women like me will always be judged, Why can’t women like me just be loved? I wish i never had features to look like the rest.
When I was around sixteen, I became hyper aware of how the boys my age categorized the girls around them.The ones they found attractive were worthy of attention, the others... not so much.
Alright, sweetheart. What’s this about acting the victim, Again? Your dress is stained, my dear, And your hair a rat’s nest.
i have never really felt enough of anything, just mere bombardments in the pit of my stomach relinquishing all things glorious
Isaac, my siblings, and some other random kids are running in a field. We’re supposed to be playing tag, these kids and I, but my siblings know I don’t run and don’t expect me to.
You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
“Will She Make A Good Housewife?” Is an aptitude test, Given to determine the quality of life Once married for the rest If she fails, there is no point in wasting more time with her,
The so called, “American Dream” Is the ideology that everyone should live content and in peace With the friendly neighborhood barbecues And sewing flags out of fleece.
Oh how joyful would it be… If America stayed true to its promise and everyone was truly free. Oh how joyful would it be… If you weren’t already in jail,
Wombs. It’s where we all come from And it would be wise to Respect Them. Too many times It’s taken upon Men To neglect Them. Degrade them. And even
I made one joke about periods, And you said you didn't want to hear that stuff. Said it made you uncomfortable. Why should I care? Shall I listen like you did, When I asked you not to make rape jokes?
They gave me a nametag and a uniform I count coins and wonder "who will be hungry today?" Sausage-like fingers grip thick wads of bills and sticky cards I tap on the screen and say "seventeen dollars"
Why am I the easy one when you too, were in the act? Why does my vagina limit me, to every single terrible thing just associated with sex? Why can’t a girl want sex, and not be a hoe? But he can want sex and get cheers?
Dear U.S residents, Why? Why hate when you can love? Why scream when you can sing?
Dear Humanity, The lips she used to kiss Her same sex lover with, And the binary she dismissed Made them all loose their mind
Because in baby showers the color is already since forever set in stone Because there are people this moment getting discriminated by their God-given skin tone
On the day my little brother begins to see race. I'd like to think he will be ready for the talk I'll give him. I'd like to think he will be ready to carry the weight of all the self-love I will place onto his shoulders.
Girls are meant to be the assistant in a magic show Better seen not heard We should appear and disappear like the bunny out of your hat or the dove from your cloak. We have to change into whatever you want...
Hey, she may be a sl*t, But you’re no better. Only difference she’s A female. And you’re trying to Get in whatever. You’re focused on Body count. When you should be
The name of this poem is: Boys will be boys Or The name of this poem is: Inequality in pay Or The name of this poem is:
She can always see her princess-perfect heart shaped face in the window Doe eyes just big enough to weigh down the organ she pretends is still her heart
I too, hear America singing Many millions of songs. I hear the song of my teachers All they say is listen.
six feet under damn what a bummer all because of their skin what was the color? black in america, is this even a surprise
America: Land of the Free, Home of the Brave… At least, that’s the lie we tell ourselves, One so fragile a single man kneeling to the ground threatens to shatter it.
I tried to list out all the problems in society. But there are so many in this country. Racists and Rapists run rampant, Some even run for office And they get elected.
Ofcourse America is in good shape... great shape even. I saw him in a hoodie taking a jog one day..he was 6 ft, dark male... um looking suspicious though, so I made
Is This Not The Very Nation Built on religion That goes to elaborate A clear Segregation Between Church And State And the same country that
Eyes Eyes that show us the world we live in Eyes that give vivid pictures in our minds Eyes that let us see the wonder Eyes that make up our own experiences
War hungry yet peace seeking. Assault rifles for protection. White privilege in a country built on immigrants. Home of the brave but afraid of innocent Muslims.
America is violence. America is a land, “where all men are created equal” But what happens when those men are people of color, Islamic, gay, or female.
An unsettling unrest in a country known for peace. Manslaughter but not if the cop was confronting someone of color.
Get out of our way You Louis XIV Wolf in Donatella Versace Stepping into our country To huff and puff away our industry Moral diplomatic
Hate. Intense or passionate feelings of dislike. Feelings that rip apart friends, families, nations alike. Today, it is a feeling of honor among this nation.
Born in 1999, a Northwest city. Three sisters and three brothers, parents with no college degree and one income. But what do I know, of the riots, police brutality,
You say I am a woman, I am not fit to rule, But I have been ruling over this kingdom As long as I’ve been alive.
We the people. United we stand! Oh, That's right.. United we stand, Conditionally. United we stand, If you are heterosexual If you are christian
Question one. How did Nazi Germany rise to power? A) Religion B) Scapegoating C) Nationalism D) All of the above.
the united statesin a separated stateMinorities vs Majorities brother vs brother separated like oil and vinegar because Liberty and Justice For All only quailifies when your Caucasian father and motherpull 100K a yearno justice for the black boy w
How come they don’t see it. The way I do, not the legs walking moving, The body slinking, shaking, The lips red as wine, parting, moving in time to the words….
News on Channel Five Spectacled brunettes opine From seven to eight Flipping sprayed-stiff hair Experts with intelligence And low-cut blouses Inequality
United we stood, divided we've fallen.
I truly believe that every human on this Earth is born with a desire to save the world, and somewhere along the way, we realize that this world does not want to be saved.
I'm doing this because I love you, Don't you get it? What happens when I'm gone, And you have no one to look up to. Huh? Huh?
Sexism is akin to he who carries it. Lightéd upon a cock’s feather and all Too eager to shout at his own feet.
When I look at my reflection I see me My whole - dark eyes like a shimmering sea I see a girl when I look at me When I look at the news
"Why is it that we can have an all girls school, but when we have all boys schools, it's sexist?" Except, No one's said that. And if they have, There are people who find all girls schools sexist.
There's nothing quite like being de-humanized. It's tricky. It can either make you feel even more human, or less. One whistle, one geometric 'damn girl', one ass slap, it can lead to so much more.
They say he is a product Of his environment. Stastics show he will Reoffend, He will be regurgitated By the prison digestive system, Come in as ground beef, Shit out, repeat.
The mirror speaks her financial advisor invest in the stocks and bonds of the soft skin on her arms softer than the sands slipping through dirty fingers playing in Jamaica's naked land
These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun Race-ism hitting the psyche of humans deep
She is the darkness She is the core of all that is That darkness covers her like a cloak of beauty Deep and rich, like a serendibite skin
Although I've always been taught to excel in all that I doThere were little barriers in my lifeThe tools of oprression were always thereWomen in my culture were always taught to be controlled by men
I wish my culture would teach men to accept rejection. To stop showing up drunk to partiesand grabbing the arms of frightened women who are too afraid to say no.
Senior Year 17 and 18 year old punk kids Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years We were told we were so smart
Hi! I’m a fan. Or should I say, I am a breathing sex toy, screaming ATM machine, teeny-bopper obsessive drama queen? I am nothing! What’s funny is talking about celebrity culture—
A woman says no, “I will not sleep with you,” and a man goes on a lethal shooting spree and kills the neighbors.
It happened today, for the first time. On the train, First carriage. I don’t know when he arrived, I didn’t even notice him until halfway through the ride.
You say I am attacking all men But in the same way that you loudly proclaim not all men Whenever any injusitice committed against women resurfaces Not all men are being attacked
What even is a world without hate?I wouldn't know, this one sure ain't.We live in a society teaching us nobody cares,that nobody wants you,and nobody's there.Society teaches us to not like what we are,
As I grew up I always knew The subtle power of having two Differing chromosomes that is
Mute me not
Why turn on Why turn off Are we appliances Because I am not a doormat. I love you, but I'm not some cow giving you milk whenever you need it.
My body is not my own. As my 18th birthday approaches, so does my entry into adulthood As does my loss of agency. My value as a person will rest on how sexually appealing I seem My hard work? My morals?
I’ve seen too many women crucify themselves for the wrongs others have dealt them.
The human world is a mess, A Disney quote one might know, So many problems we need to address, To end the pain and stop the woe. There’s isms galore constantly around us,
Outside the window, a woman is beaten upon,
There is this simile That has been told many times to me “Girls are like apples on a tree” They said, nodding their heads oh-so-wisely, “The ones at the bottom get picked quick
#NoFilter, I can’t be her Not actually a girl, prefer to be my own Version of self-expression, my decision alone I don’t wear the idealized pink skirts Sexism and racism in society irks
Tattoos? Not a chance.
I wasn’t allowed to play with Legos. Santa never brought me a PS3. I was never allowed to walk home from school. I was never taught how to change the oil in my car. I’m never asked to carry things.
Behind this curtain is where I hide Watching the world around me. The artist I am, it never died I just don't let you see. When the paint flows free, canvas dyed That is when I'm left to be.
This is a small excerpt in the perspective of Elliot Rodger before he went on a killing spree.Reader discretion is advised. I took complete liberty in making up his perspective (so be warned).
Sleep little girl, don't say a word, daddy's going to buy you a mocking bird, and if that mocking bird flies away, well it just so happens you'll be okay. Material objects will give you no joy,
A body in the street but no one knows how the small child sees his brother dead facedown now he will be remembered as a corpse and the child a statue Is this what we wanted
Pink blankets and balloons, congratulations it’s a girl. Everywhere frills and lace laying beautifully and delicately. Barbies, dolls, little homemade kitchens. Clean, bake, smile.
This poem is not important.
There's one person walking down the road, and another person walks up behind this person, and assaults him. Then the police step in. They find the culprit, and reveal the information
“GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN” I stand there with my cookies and my signup sheet Surrounded with signs I spent all night making ‘gender equality matters’ It seems to whimper
There is a world where society tell women their looks matter more than their brains And shoe shopping and lipstick are more coveted than Master’s Degrees and smiles.
I write to feel. I turn drops of ink And twenty six letters Into stories Of a love that was bitter Of a world that was broken Or a sadness so deep
His skin color does not mean to violence he is keen Skin color can't tell what lies within a person, be it cruel or kind
War on Women
Put down the gun You think you're tough? I'm tired of books about women. Strong women Women who challenge Women who can't be princesses Women who can't want children. Inner strength
I will not describe my culture, With romantic language, Showcasing the beauty of our brides, Adorned in striking crimson, Or the spiritual resting places, That spread themselves accross the lands,
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
I am not a victim of discrimination.
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook, because men like that. Not just Hispanic men, but all men. Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that like to take it slow.
I didn’t recall inviting him to put his arm around me Much less for him to slide his hands along my thighs station his palms over my hips tease my chin and my neck with the tips of his fingers and lips
The black girl. Built strong, legs long unlike her hair. Hair thick like her hips. Full lips. Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
he was not insane.
She wears: Skimpy dress. Tight shirt. Short skirt.
The world has turned its face from the Sun, And I don't know if it will turn again. In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms
It's just really frustrating:how it only takes one person to ruina safe space; feeling obligatedto play into the "nice guy's" hands; how you
Let's change these very blatant stories we tell our children about how "boys will be boys" and so girls will not be girls.
1. I was supposed to be a boy. Doctor’s conceptions and my family’s history stated That only two girls had been born into the Shepardson family in three generations. I was going to be a boy.
I look in the mirror and I see a girl A girl who wants to change the world Show everyone what could be If from our eyes we erased the greed The greed of a nation wanting more Money, power galore
There is change great and small, At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all. So many things that go on That could fill a hundred songs, Never get to see the day of light
I would make everyone see that We're all human. We're all the same. Sharing the same planet and co-existing in beautiful diversity And these things you call "race" "sexuality" "gender"
*/ /*-->*/ Oh how you scoffed at my theories As we walked along the hall
There is a difference between a right and a privilege; a right can never be taken away from you, no matter what.
What if. What if I'm not just the tight kink of a curl. What if I'm not just soft brown blends that make the hue of my skin.
Why must our fellow members of society be so hateful towards each other?
"It's a girl's own fault if she gets sexually harassed!" The voice smirked, to the undiscovered victim. Was it what she wore? Was it what she said? Was it how she walked or where she went?
When your teacher tells you your skirt is too short or your top is too low and you know that when you walk into math class, the reason your raised hand is getting ignored isn't 'cause you're stupid,
the poppies I walked along the trail I traveled frequently. Why did all the poppies die? Is it because the sky did not cry for their sorrows and the grew bitter and dried up?
I am in this world deformed,Rendered useless by some,But unbeknownst to them, There's a world that will accept me.It comes through the TV screen,in the form of kingdoms, mazes, and caverns.I can take to the skies, swing a sword at those who questi
Oh. Thick girls? They are better than Big girls. Big girls are like big. Thick Girls are just better Said everyone. Big girl Big girl No loves you they said, lose weight they tell me
Brainwash the children of the nation with songs by Drake omg becky look at her butt you only live once dripping with misogyny stupid sayings strangle our minds into believing
Jesus was a king, We didn't even know it Found out Drake could sing, We didn't even know it Slavery resulted to a good thing, You didn't even know it
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I travelled to the Midwest The true south the locals exclaim From my liberal western home, I thought I knew conservative beliefs. I thought I’d experienced oppression, sexism
Delicate swans Clutched tightly by man's grip Forbidden to fly.
I am Frankenstein’s monster— a tired traveler yearning to break free from this cage, this lonely overpopulated world. Here, I stand in a crowded grocery store listening to people yell and
how dare boys tell my gender that sexism doesn't exist they say it so flippantly but they don't know how could they know?
The National Musuem of African Art is filled with beautiful art from historical moments in time and indigenous native tribes but one vase in-particular caught my eye an elegant piece of tribal art
Scarlet Letter , a message to the masses There's a killer in our sheets, so rap it up before you catch it Or check it up before you pass it , no exceptions To the slash list, so please avoid, the dash, on that
Homelessness, anarchy, terrorism This is reality. Wars, drugs, abortions This is reality. Global warming, corruption, debt This is reality. AIDS, alcohol, smoking This is reality.
My spirit was invaded today, my pride was conquered The strongest, surest part of me crumbled to bits before him And I could only back down, Shy away, Stare blankly like the thoughtless, emotionless being,
Movements, they start off with people. Racism. Sexism. Prejudism. We live with 'em, Sit next to them on the bus. Glared at. Snared at, listen to them while they throw hate at, us.
Civil Rights is the movement for all of us to be free All the races together is what we want to see, No disrespect, but justice all the time, No more segregation, it is such an inhumane crime
Left and right you hear people mumble your name. That feeling like everyone is staring at you. You know what happened is totally out of your hands, but still you feel guilty,