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Jessica Trial

Updated: Sat, 9 Dec 2017 12:57 am

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15, female, from america. I write about personal experiences and feminism

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There was once a girl, who had the power to radiate life from the palms of her skin. Men hid her away, in fear that she would create hurricanes with sadness, and storms with anger, and volcanoes with lust. And so she grew up believing she was less than what a man was. She grew up learning to cover her body for it would be her fault if anything were to happen, as if men don't have control over their emotions and that they didn't hide her away in fear of hers and they taught her that if she said no, she was a bitch but saying yes meant she was a slut and being silent meant she was asking for it, for not speaking up but all her life she was taught to be quiet. She was never taught what no really meant, and that she was to please men before herself. Flowers grew out of every inch of her body and men were pleased, because it was beautiful. But she picked the flowers, stomped on them, and said, "fuck you."

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