sexism
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I am a woman.
A man grabs me and calls me beautiful
I hold my baby as my husband leaves me
He leads me to his car after drugging my drink
somewhere a little girl is scared
because her
(male)
classmate hit her
she told a teacher but,
"Boys will be boys"
Somewhere else
a 10 year old girl cries
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
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
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?
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,
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
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).
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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"
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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.
"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
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
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,
