SexismBoys will be boysMore Like This
Girls shall be ladies
Boys romp and play
make mud pies and fight
Girls have tea-parties
dress up and act like grown-ups
we chuckle when boys return
covered head to toe in mud
we scold when a girl returns
with a grass stain on her clothes
Boys shout and holler
Girls wait and listen
'Lower your voice girl,'
they say when she squeals
'Is it because I'm a girl?'
she asks quietly
They lie respond with 'no,
its just what is proper'
Then why aren't boys
silenced when they scream
Girls have voices too!
We are they the silenced ones?
WorthThey told me I could be anything,More Like This
As long as I came home and cooked dinner for my husband when I was done,
Because that’s all I’m really worth to them.
I’m a plate of burnt pancakes
That they could have cooked better,
And a rag soaked in chemicals
Here to wipe up a mess they made
Or gag the children that they’re too tired to listen to.
My skin is too dark for them
Too dark to be near their sons
Too dark to be pretty in their family pictures
Too dark to suit the skins of their grandchildren,
Love everyone equally,
Just love them from afar, right?
“Depression is a sin,”
He preached with a pounding head
And a trace of liquor on his breath.
And he would know better then anybody,
Because leaking from his hollow eyes is a stream of whiskey
But only in my mind.
And I feel sorry for him, that they make him fight against himself,
But at the same time I hate him for giving in to them.
In my mind, I stand up in the pew and scream truth at him,
pro-choice"Because I had had sex, someone thought I deserved to die." (Cerullo qtd. in Hadley 79) "She was bleeding at the wrong time, and it didn't stop. She went to the emergency room here at a Catholic hospital, and they refused to take care of her. They just flatly refused…they would not touch her because she might be pregnant, and they might disturb the child. She continued to bleed." (Paley 8)More Like This
"I found out I was pregnant when I was fourteen. I didn't get a period. I talked to nobody. I panicked. I sat in hot baths. I drank these strange concoctions girls told me about—something like Johnny Walker Red with a little bit of Clorox, alcohol, baking soda—which probably saved my stomach—and some sort of cream. You mixed it all up. I got violently ill." (Goldberg 116)
"I didn't make any noise at all. I bit through my lip. I tried n
Nights Like TheseMore Like This
Is there any way out of this quagmire?
Or would it be best to just set it afire.
I smile, pretend I'm fine,
Keep it bottled up inside.
Innocence was stolen, gone in a flash
Guilt fell like a bucket of hot ash.
He invaded my dreams
Silenced the screams.
Dark memories, fears in the night
A ghost leaving me helpless and without a fight.
Violated estate, left in disgrace
A slave of shame has taken my place.
All of my pain, all of my tears,
why did I let this happen for years?
Shouting and screaming to the stars,
I lay in the dark, hiding the scars
the tears soaking my shirt.
Why do I have to go through all this hurt?
Looking into a mirror, disgusted by what I see,
Staring at a reflection I wish no longer be.
How do I cleanse myself of me?
Rid this disgusting shell and be free.
Nights like these I wish it would rain
Cover up the shame and wash away the stains.
What You DidMore Like This
You plucked me like a flower
then left to dry and wither.
A consuming fire
to fill your sinful desire.
A child to satisfy the appetite
Of the prowling monster in the night?
destroyed by selfish lust
by somebody I should have been able to trust.
Hands took what never should have been
childhood stolen because of your sin.
you used your power over me
so now damaged goods is all I will ever be
What was intended as a blessing from God
turned into pain
What was meant to be good
is left twisted into shame.
Monster At My BedMore Like This
scared to close my eyes
relax and become limber.
afraid to slip into a helpless slumber
make a wimper or a sigh.
I see his face, his hands
hot breath, the growing heat.
carried in by steps of creeping feet
innocence slips away like wind blown sands
From the monster in my bed
the monster that still haunts my dreams.
trying so hard to hide
these demons inside
ready to rip apart my seams.
he stole my identity
left me with a damaged soul
turned in a useless bowl.
why cant I be free?
From the monster in my bed
sick of the shame
of this dirty little secret
the mask to hide my defect.
must numb the pain
so people see only the outside.
a shroud of silence and secrecy
he still has that power over me.
into my own world I hide
From the monster in my head
DefeatedMore Like This
I sit here in a puddle of tears
Nightmares and thoughts replay of my inner pain and fears
Unheard silent screams and pleas
Even tho I should be at ease
His shadow lingers in my bed
When many years he's been dead
Drowing in a sea of despair
Dragged beneath by its undertoe
By burdens I cannot share
No one must ever know
The waves toss me to and fro
Beneath a quilt of filth
I scream out from the midst
Seeking a reason, an answer to ‘why’
In defeat I raise a fist
Living as a shell just to get by
Can my shattered pieces be put back together again?
Coming of dawn breaks
Time to put on my mask and fake