I didn't have you my dear, because i could not bear it

I couldn't think about that, that's sick.

Why would I put you here while everything rot?

I won't do this to you, that's terrible.

If i think about my pain, it's also yours

If I think about your pain, it's mine.

The burden of having a womb is heavy,

and maybe i am not strong enough for you.

The weight of having a small c...

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I bite

'Cause you bite.

I bite

More and more.

I bite

Even when you don't.

I bite

'Cause you're scary.

I bite

'Cause you thought me to.

I bite

Myself, for you.

I bite

So you know my rage.

I bite

So they will find me.

I bite.

I bite.

I bite.

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I like to be in company of women
Female voices

I'm struck how women and many FINT
(female, intersex, nonbinary, and trans) talk to each other.
How they have underlying understanding of unspoken truths
and speak of them
then act accordingly.

Mark conversational buzz with questions animated exchanges is resonant.
Full-bodied richness from one to another this fem...

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gracefully i perch on the edge of the bus seat, 

so as to convey my feminine, my eyelashes. 

each time the doors open my posture rushes to fix itself, 

my fringe blown out by my hands running through it. 

when i'm most worn out, 

on the days when the world is dragging its feet,

when my joints tingle with pins and needles. 

to look pretty on the edge of a bus seat is a fufillin...

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floating in that acrid pool of nothingness, 

a feather kissed the tip of my nose and whispered softly over my face.

in that moment, decided. 

i watch the village of women who surround me each day, 

awash with a soft awe at their mossy eyes and woolen hands. 

i link arms with the girl i love most on a late night walk, 

running from the boy who asked me to give apart of myself.

...

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its hard to measure a single beating heart 
to measure its clawing judgement. 
to measure the mothers beating blood while she’s
wrenching, retching and writhing. 
its hard to measure disgust, 
difficult to seethe while corps-less hearts beat inside you. 
its easy to declare a hidden hate, 
easy to let it wage a war on a world you don’t understand. 
its hard to watch, fallen sisters. 
its ...

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The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you

She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after

She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...

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This poem is a thank you to Vanessa Kisuule for her poem ‘Take Up Space’, a message of empowerment to girls and women. I thought this was fitting as today is international day of the girl, although the message applies to anyone it resonates for.

https://youtu.be/a3CqdaxR3jQ

Vanessa Kisuule I Thank You

Vanessa Kisuule I thank you,

for your poem awoke me 

to the power of spoken w...

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I’m not your zebra.

I don’t want you to chase me

to show your devotion.

I’m not your lioness.

You don’t need to pursue me

across the plains

to demonstrate your loyalty.

You don’t need to dominate me

to prove your masculinity.

I don’t need you to need me.

I’m not your source,

I’m not your mother, 

I’m not your bitch.

You don’t need to chip, chip

chip away, ...

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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 ...

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