****

*****

*****

*****

That's all we hear

Everyday

Over and over again

When does it end

When will the stigma fade?

Girls,

We are beautiful

We are strong

We are not;

Fragile

Made of sugar and spice and everything nice

We are made of steel

We are born of strong mothers

And Grandmothers who went through it all

Who carried the weight of the world on their backs to make a better world for us.

We are told from a young age that we can't do anything

And I'm here to change that

Be you

Be strong

Be like a girl.

Why would I discuss ****
If Masculine **** is fine
Society don't give it a shape
Mental design get in line

I know this phenomenon
Coz it happened to me
Well now it's a foregon
It wasn't simple as it feel

A girl molested a boy
But boy appeared as pervert
It was like battle of Troy
In which boy was compared with dirt

He can't have a police complain
He can't have any trial
The law doesn't recognise it
Oh dead fish stuck in brail

Police arrested that boy
Subjecting crimes that are not done
Girl acquired fake support from
Feminist people in a bun

This was the end
Of a Real Story
Unknown cases and
Candle march glory..

man once said to woman:
you fight like a girl
and she replied:
and you fight like a man
and he said:
that is because i am one
and she said:
exactly
and he looked confused
and she said:
i fight like a girl because i am one

Woman becomes blade. Woman becomes something sharp,
something you’ll think twice before running your hands over.
Woman becomes cold steel, because maybe if she is threat
she is no longer target.

You do not blame a sword for how it is sharpened, how if it
is wielded in the wrong hands it can wound. Still you say this
is no way to live. As if your sharpened teeth and hidden claws
do not bear the same weight.

You say this is no way to live. As if you alone could melt
her winter heart and metal bones. She will not bend to your
will, no matter how she loves you so. She will not soften her
edges into a coffin. She will not become your final resting place.

Tears are water to the soul,
and yet I seem to overwater it.
I must have misread the info booklet
on how to keep it thriving,
and instead burnt it along
with the pictures of us.

She was my nightmare
dressed as a wish,
and still, I let her kiss me,
and steal my heart.

I was told today that I can't be both a Feminist and a Christian
"Really Lexi, this again
Why can't you just pick one of them
You don't know whay you're saying."

"No you are not" is what they say
to me again and again everyday
"Why don't you just go away
be normal and go and play."

But I'm trying to tell you who I am
I don't expect you to understand
but why do you make me feel as small as sand
instead of just listening

You act as if I've commited a crime
as if these words can't be mine
as if my mouth should have a bedtime
you shut me down

What is wrong with people today
we're so divided in every single way
all I want to do is say
Please end this destructive fray

But I'm "just a kid"
people didn't act how I did
that sat still and pretty and hid
if they ever did something that was forbid

As much as I hate it when people are mad
maybe don't try to make others feel bad
then we can all be in harmony and glad
and we can all gad
together

but this wonderful sounding universe
where all of us live without having to curse
cannot become properly versed
until we stop judging others first

I am a feminist
I am a Christian
I am proud of both
So hear me and listen

Nothing you say or do
will convince me I'm not
because hunny let me tell you
I am tougher than you thought.

We are so few and far between.
And for a few years every woman has been
Boring and bored, tired with no drive.
I am doing well. But within a circle of empowered women, we thrive.
Me, no exception. And I'd hate to lose my fragile perception
that you and I can change the world.
Others called it loneliness, we called it hard work -
Without your affirmation and kindred conversation
I'm finding it hard to call it anything other than a 'personal quirk'.
Lately, even, I find myself hiding. An action we used to find worthy of deriding -
A mark of lesser minds.
I still desire to change the world, and I miss that spark, that look in your eye
That told me to defy sexist expectations.
Now I'm in a sea of people and I struggle to find a grip, an ally.
But my heart still thuds like it did then.
The knowledge that women like you are out there
and that we will always be friends,
Gives me confidence
that together we can.

I don't know how to tell my parents I'm struggling.
Because one minute I'm a giggling
12 year old,
sleeping over at friends houses,
laughing at nothing,
eating junk food
and watching horror movies,
the next minute I'm a bumbling
17 year old,
and someone has pulled the plug out of my bath,
I'm cold and shaking,
alone in a cylinder cube that's spinning and spinning
and spinning out of control,
I can't move my arms because of the speed,
it's throwing me in directions I never knew existed
until now,
as I'm cascading down a waterfall,
plummeting to the ends of the earth,
I scream for mercy at a God I don't know,
and wish I attended church once a week,
prayed to a religion I don't believe,
just to feel comfort wrap their arms around me,
but still, amidst the wreckage
and the bendy, broken bones
and my calloused feet from running around in my head all day,
I pull myself up,
shake my head and watch as my tears fall
from my face, just like the dust from my hair,
and I take a bath,
and I continue.
Even though I ache and I cry,
and I feel I could die,
I soldier on throughout the wind and the rain,
and as the hail falls forth from the skies,
and pandora's box opens
I scream:
"Yes! I made it!"
because I had gotten up that morning and attended my morning classes,
even though I have shapes and welts where the hail had hit,
I still laugh like I'm
12 years old again.
I bandage my wounds,
and watch as they scar,
and although I hide them,
and slander and name call them,
I kiss them now and again to
make sure they heal.
Because I can't be sure when someone will
kiss me to make me recover,
so I kiss myself to sleep every night,
and tell myself I'm worthy of it.
Just so I can wake up and smile.

To a world that's spinning out of my control.