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Губы, ресницы, скулы,
Жопа, спортзал, вся хуйня.
Купил вчера себе куклу —
Ну, здравствуй, Барби моя.
Ты точно не Кена искала,
И я искал не любви.
Осталось дело за малым —
Зарядку найти и носки.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Prague, 2022 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

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This poem plays with the aesthetics of modern perfection — bodies, routines, artificial love. Behind the irony is the right to desire, to choose your own version of intimacy. The plastic world here is not shameful — it’s just another frontier of ****** autonomy.
Vineetha Mar 2018
She worked hard,
ground-up,
until everyone took notice of her,
It was time to rise; it was time to shine.

she was overlooked because she is a woman,
She was suppressed when she desired to voice her opinion,
She was coerced to silence when she aspired to cut through the noise,
It was time to rise; it was time to shine.

She needed to know if she was heard,
not to be shamed.
She needed to know if she was backed,
not to be averted,
She needed to know if she was loved,
not to be shunned.
It was time to rise; it was time to shine.

As she wondered how to go up against the behemoth,
she chose to take the stride towards eminence all over again.
While they all gaped where she did come from,
She had the confidence to challenge the norms,
The poise to rise above qualm,
The power to endure and persevere,
The voice to rebuff the ignorance surrounding her,
and the hope for a better world,
It’s time to rise; It’s time to shine.
Nida Mahmoed Oct 2017
It's ok to worry about yourself,
It's ok to ask for help,
It's ok to need a hand,
It's ok to talk,
It's ok to not be ok!

By; Nida Mahmoed
The power of evil is rapturous...

...heaven here on Earth,

freedom;

finally freedom.

Animal has escaped

The Garden...

— The End —