Feminist RantWe live in a fucked up world.
We live in a world where girl is the worst insult
And women aren't allowed to like themselves.
We punish those who press razors to their skin
But we ostracize women who don't.
We raise our daughters to please pedophiles,
Teaching them that beauty is outward,
Grown men looking for children in women,
Smooth and hairless,
Women mutilate their bodies for these perverse social norms
And don't question it,
Never question it.
You're not allowed to question
Or you'll never be accepted,
Never get the prize,
Never get to be used and abused.
A woman is useless if she doesn't have sex,
She is a failure and an embarrassment.
That is, of course, not the case
If she enjoys it
Or if she is fat
Or if she is comfortable in her own skin.
Sluts are unacceptable
And pleasure is for men.
The world has no place for women with self-esteem.
Society has no room for women like me.
So don't go spouting your MLK nonsense at me,
Don't tell me that we've won.
CrackwhoreHave I ever told you how much I hate you?Crackwhore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You over there with the fake tan and stuffed bra.
Yes, you're the one I hate.
You cut your skirts short
And your blouses the same,
Proudly displaying your nipples and ass.
And for what?
So the sleezeballs you love
Who prey on your type
Can google and ooze all over you?
You aren't even as pretty as you think
With your vacant glassy stare,
Your air of stupidity,
Your voluntary anorexia biting at you
Like the bugs that haunt a coke-user's mind.
Your face is hollow and your body
You look like a crackwhore.
You know that?
Not that I would waste my breath trying to tell you.
You can't think past your future implants
And all you can see
Is the attention,
The men praying that your fee is cheap
Looking for a temporary plaything.
That's all you'll ever be.
The mistress in the political scandal,
The bleach-blonde bimbo giving out cheap lays
Just to get attention,
To make up for the self-esteem
Where I'm From... Rai619Im from my mind, a dark place where no one should dwell. Im from dog ears and a desire for a tail. Maybe a squirrelWhere I'm From... Rai6194 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im from Hot Topic, hiding in the black clothes and make-up, feeling accepted, cuz for once Im not alone. Im from my room, finding the never-ending mess a never-ending comfort. Guitar Hero fingernails, scarf headbands, black and white stripes. I like being unique. I like being me.
Im from Oh yeah? When was the last time the wind said Hostiles! to you? Im from tacos at midnight, scarfing unhealthy food while bashing Grunts with the butt of my gun. Weeks at my grandparents house, living on my cousins 360. Oh yeah, and an entire box of orange sherbet push-up pops.
Im from loving my baby boy and him loving me back, not caring that were two different species. Stealing him back from the hands of death, I saw him at his weakest and he saw me at mine. Our bond is unbreakable. I sw
Totally Made A Little Girl's Day [EDITED FOR NEWS][EDIT]Totally Made A Little Girl's Day [EDITED FOR NEWS]2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I just ran into my little friend and her mother again, here at the library!
She recognized me and came right up to me while I was logging in, just now! X3 She gave me a hug and showed me some of the new drawings she's been working on!
HAPPY DAY, GUYS! 8D MY DAY IS NOW OFFICIALLY A HAPPY DAY!
No, the title doesn't lie.
I made a little girl's day, today. (And apparently her mother's as well.)
I had gone into work and been asked to clock on early because the training manager was running behind in what all she needed to get done so the store could be ready when we opened, and therefore, there would be no one to watch the dining room register in the event customers came in.
And I'm so glad I did this.
Right about 11:00 exactly, I was watching the dining room while one of my coworkers was restocking parfait ingredients behind me, when all of a sudden I hear a little voice squeak "Excuse me" from the other side of the counter. I walked to the
FreeI see it in a reflection.Free2 years ago in Settings More Like This
A shattered, tattered monster, with blackened eyes and hollowed chest.
His life a testament to her brilliance.
A master work in destruction and desolation.
The pinnacle of her cunning and magnificence.
Being exactly where she had always wanted him to be, despite the fact he thought he was free.
I thought I was free.
I was free
No.I'm finding it hard to forget what it means to be meNo.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
All it took was a phone call to awaken it.
A plea for help and I'm right back where I was, all fire and purpose.
Facing down impossible odds, from a thousand miles away, as they drive straight towards their end.
One Phone Call.
And all the while the past is running commentary in my head.
"All or nothing.
Their last call and all you have is words.
So make them count old man.
Feeling it yet?
The weight of their world on your shoulders?
Are you still up to this Old man?
Or is the pressure finally too much for that old soul to handle?"
Bring me the challenge.
Raise those odds.
Cast your die.
But it will all end in tears and blood as I burn it all down so they can see a new dawn.
And don't you ever play games with me again.