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She was lovely
A beautiful example of humanity
She was shining
Glowing
She was everything
She was everything
But then fate merely turned his ugly head
And she was gone
Now you spend your nights searching
Praying
For just a glimpse
Of your princess
But instead of laying in your arms
She lays in the skies
The somebodies are out there
Breathing all of our air
Hanging us out here to dry
Leaving us out here to die
And all because we're different from them
That’s why we've been condemned
My entire life I was told little girls were made to be seen and not heard.
I was told women were meant to get married, serve a man, bear his children, and obey him.
I want to tell you that’s not true. Little girls are not made to be ***** receptacles and incubators; they were not made to be live in cooks or maids. Little girls were made to prove all the men in their lives wrong.
Little girls are made to pave the way for all the other little girls who’ll come after them so no little girls have to hear that their dreams are not valid because they were born with the disadvantage of being a woman in a man’s world.
Now when I speak I shout, when a man interrupts me I speak over him. When a man tries to tell me what I can do with my body, I speak out and I stop him.
I am not a silent force; I am not going to be a housewife simply because my father says women aren’t strong enough to be in the workforce.
I’m done being silent, I’m done being pushed aside, and when I get my first pay stub I’m going to take it to my father and say, “Look what you've caused.”
Promise you’ll come home when you leave
Promise you’ll always achieve your dreams
Promise you’ll smile in the rain
Promise you’ll never forget me
Promise you’ll always call home when you’re gone
Promise you’ll think of me
Promise you’ll tell your new friends you have a sister
Promise you’ll still laugh at our jokes when we’re apart
Promise you’ll still be my brother when you come to visit
Promise you’ll never change.
Uniformed bodies
in uniform motion
taking care not to cause a commotion
"be careful and try to blend in,
acting different can be considered a sin"
Uniformed bodies
pedestrian in personality
fitting in is a formality
"listen not to the words of sinners
only the pure are really winners"
Uniformed bodies
marching in lines
"look straight forward, never behind
we'll lose some men along the way
but as long as you never stray
you should always be okay
Uniformed bodies disheartened in spirit
working hard,
"this isn't life is it?"
Uniformed bodies
would it be a sin
if one broke away
so their life could begin?
Fight ‘til you die
Be proud
Even if you have no dignity
If there’s nothing to be said
Hold your tongue
Pain
Is not a something you are capable of feeling
Write ‘til you bleed
Write ‘til your heart stops
Write through arthritis
Write through heart-break
Write until there’s nothing more to write
And even then, write
Fight like an Irishman
Fight for your own
Don’t stop
Because you only lose
When you die
Before you judge me
Make sure you know me
Make sure you understand me
Don’t just talk to my friends
Talk to me
Get to know all my deepest darkest secrets
Memorize my story
Forward and backward
And if you still think you can judge me
Go ahead.
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