Poetry Blogs (2016, feminism)

It is a wicked smile they wear

as they watch the wolves wilt,

as at their flesh they tear

and accesorise with their pelt.

So they squirm and writhe,

ugly in their agony:

because in order to survive,

they surrender their dignity.

They howl at the moon,

and catch their reflections,

at the mercy of women.

So they degrade its subjects,

to the level of mere objects.

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Welcome To The New Age;

Where 'no' means 'yes' and 'yes' means 'get me pregnant.'

Where a woman's underwear can be waved in front of a court like a white flag justifying all the reasons why he raped her. 

And where the lining a woman's dress is the difference between 'leave me alone' and 'fuck me right here on the table'

When I was 16 years old, a teacher touched me on the knee, caress...

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They never ask, the old ladies.
They just hug, pinch, kiss and
Cuddle at will. Babies are theirs,
You know, and they do love them
So much. I guess it isn’t their fault,
No one ever told them they aren’t
Free to touch at will. I once told
A woman to get her hands out of
My hair, and she said no man
Had ever asked her to stop
Touching him before. As an old
Lady, I’m sure she became anothe...

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The corporate king -                    

Salacious surveyor -                                       

Mild-mannered Majesty              

With a wandering eye;                         

A habitual connoisseur               

Of the supple and softly curved.                            

Lingers,                                         

Self-assured.                                

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I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel 
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure 
Lest ye be bound 
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light

Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...

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the girl with the curves wishes she was thinner

the girl with narrow hips wishes her breasts were bigger

the girl with the acne wishes her skin was clear

the girl with clear skin wishes her freckles would disappear 

the girl with intelligence wishes she was pretty

the girl with beauty wishes classes were easy

the girl with straight hair wishes it was curly

the g...

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ingrained in our brains

the need to be thin

the need to be thin 

so we fit in

ingrained in ours brains

ideals of beauty

ideals of beauty

to be pretty is our duty

ingrained in our brains

be nice and sweet

be nice and sweet

watch how you speak!

unburden your brain

let yourself be

embrace who you are

woman be free

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A gift from mother nature

to bring about new life

a blooming flower to show

you're ready to be a wife

red river or crimson tide

that time of the month

if your temper rises 

you must be on the blob

those pesky women's problems

bloody mary'd to the max

and for the womanly privilage

they added luxury tax

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A trophy
The kind you'd drink from to feel the fire line your insides
But not the kind you'd put up on the mantle

It doesn't take a hero to win
But it does take one to lose
And your mind will follow suit
And I will follow you

Gold plated;
Never real gold
Just a shine to cover up all the copper in her eyes
And the broken bones that calcified
And the wrists covered in scarlet dye 
An...

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Maybe you were meant to be
nothing
more than just a stranger passing on the street -
Kind enough to pick up a bill I dropped,
But who stares through my jeans as I walk away 

An act of kindness,
Kind of ruined by an act

The best of friendships, 
But we ship our best to other friends 

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He broke her spirit when he declared

He didn’t even know what love is.

She had only asked a simple question

As she planned her own future.

Whilst he resisted closing his options,

He never noticed how open hers were.

She awaited his answer as her suitors

Sat on the sidelines biding their time.

He pretended he didn’t understand

The comfort of constant companionship

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She is fire,
Get close and she will melt your heart,
The light in your darkest hour 
But play with her and you'll get burnt.

She is earth,
Her roots rich with self-love and worth, 
The natural evolution females seek
But mess with her nature, she'll bring forth her seismic wrath. 

She is air,
Free and not confined,
Moves like the wind and her path knows no limits
But pushed...

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Mark Judge knows the judge,
Maybe a bit too well,
The judge wants Judge to fudge,
But in time truth will tell.

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Of the man who maintained 

That women should refrain

From applying their make-up on a moving train.

I ask where is your brain?

And how dare you complain?

And does your arrogance stem from a taste for cocaine?

You’re archaic forsooth

Sickening #metoo my back tooth 

So yeah, you’re about to get burnt by the fire in this booth.

You claim that she’s uncouth

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I am keeping a secret with myself

for myself,

clutching it within like a bird’s claw,

the carrier pigeons have been shot,

guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,

suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.

My mouth is a gold crested envelope,

my lips are licked with wax:

they are an inked kiss,

the pout is the stamp,

my mind is the scroll:

bound and bound,

re...

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Dedicated,  without her knowledge or permission, to Laura Taylor, who gave me the desire to write and perform and the kick up the arse to actually do so.

Lioness Laura (Waitrose staff room Jun '18)

Lioness Laura, she Roars

Fury and Rage fly off the page

Venom and Grit, Bile and Spit

She's a voice of a certain age

Lioness Laura, she Purrs

with Mercy and Charm, Beguiling a...

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When teaching Descartes, I dutifully described his dualism in detail.

 I discussed his importance as the father of modernism,

But also his common ground with scholasticism.

Together we examined the ways he attempted to prove God

And the reliability of both mathematics and his own senses.

Also, some biographical information including his early education,

Military service, tra...

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I know it's her fault,

shouldn't of worn that short skirt.

You can't make out her words,

because she speaks slurred. 

They're antithetical to her actions, 

you think of your own self satisfaction:

"I'll take her no for a yes

because I know what's best."

Desires override your humanity, 

whispering in her ears profanities.

You go against her wishes,

stain her purity ...

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Most of the male chauvinist members of society may assume this blog post is about how feminism is better at improving society and how it is the savior of the society. This blog post is not to discuss advantages and disadvantages of feminism, but it is to introspect on whether it is effective enough or more than effective.

Feminism is quite a challenging word for those male chauvinist people as th...

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Ah

I like how this looks on you 

confused

bewildered 

You wear it 

quite 

well

I won't lie, I'm enjoying this 

You can't seem to comprehend how I 

a woman 

a girl 

will fight back

How I am more than blood, sweat and tears

I am jubilations

celebrations

and festivals in this body 

I was birthed by a goddess 

I did not fall onto this E...

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You look at me and forget

I was strong before I was pretty 

You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly

I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice

For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong 

So when I love, I love strongly

And when I hurt, I hurt badly 

But when I scream, ...

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Tonight I realized its not up to you to decide me.
Its not my job to initiate conversation,
Its not my requirement to put on more makeup,
You don't get to decide what shirts you think look good on me.

Tonight I realized its not my place to lower myself to you.
I don't have to make sure you're satisfied,
I don't need to stop what I'm doing to answer to you.
There's only one of me, and ther...

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Loop the loop

Pull that knot

Attach my button eyes,

See me

Wink.

Smile-

Nod, my Jack in a box head

Bound to a neck of copper springs

Let me sing

And

Wave-

My floating foam hands,

Kick my Pinocchio legs

And

Dance –Dance- Dance

On

Tiny crippled plastic feet.

I am alive

Reborn!

Do you think I am beautiful?

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There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...

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I’m starting today with a controversial thought.

I do not agree with feminism. Now I’m fully aware that may put some of you against me right from the start of this but let me explain (and this is my own actual thoughts on the matter, as possibly ill-informed as they are.) I agree with the aims of feminism. To put women on the deserved same platform as men. To have an equal chance of getting gre...

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Hello there,

Angel from my nightmares.

Devil from my dreams

a grey spirit that weaves

its way through my existence.

What a Dementor does to souls

or a Dalek to a human heart.

Even a superhuman heart

can break.

Just ask Logan,

a force so strong

a returning phoenix

could not reignite remnants.

I miss you.

Whatever you ...

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I may be a mister,
But sisters don’t get pissed yeah when I say in fact - I, am a feminist.
There seems to me to be a need for us to celebrate and debate the culture of nurture over greed,
Which appears an instinctively natural part of so many a female’s nature.
Maybe its origins historically are biological,
Isn’t it simple, obvious and logical,
That of the human races pair of parental par...

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