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
10 things kids should never post on Facebook1. Any drama going on in your family life.More Like This
2. Inappropriate pictures of yourself, family, or friends.
3. Nothing about rated R movies or other adult media.
4. Your social security number or other government information that belongs to you and only you.
5. Pictures that were not made by you without permission from the original artist.
6. Nothing you wouldn't want the collage administrators to see.
7. If you don't have anything nice to say about the people taking care of you don't say anything at all.
8. If you can't be respectful about it then don't post anything that has to do with your religious beliefs and values.
9. Pictures that show your house and address so people can find out were you live.
10. Use common sense when using Facebook if your not comfortable with something just don't post it.
By Kristen Dewitt
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsMore Like This
grabbed the cup, a bit too large
as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,
the milky mess covering the carpet:
her mother let out a disapproving sigh
and rolled her eyes,
“Will you ever do anything right?”
and that’s when she began
to limit her aspirations,
so that her dreams would never be too large,
so she’d never make any mistakes
she’d never again drop the cup,
but she’d never have enough to drink.
Drunken RamblingsWhy me? What had I done to deserve this? To be yelled at?More Like This
He’s drunk again tonight, like he is almost every night. Got a little money….spend it on beer….
Every chance he gets.
Staggers around like the drunken fool he is.
Yell at me some more.
Why not? My feelings and tears don’t matter.
Why are you bawling?
Why do you think?
Why do I flinch when I hear him stomping down the hall?
Why do I burst into tears when he slams doors?
Why do I fell so sick?
How much longer does this go on?
How much longer before he hits me….
SecretThere is a hidden secretMore Like This
Woven into my soul
Only warriors with their battle scars
Can see what's buried within
This is a shared secret
Etched forever in my mind
Only my fellow soldiers
Know of pain this kind
Dear DadYears spend wishing you would hold my handMore Like This
You didn't step up, just buried your head in the sand
You were supposed to be a dad
Instead you partied like mad
I'm done hoping you could ever change
You made me hurt, emotionally abused
I was so stressed, i felt so used
Your jealous manipulation
Led to hatreds' creation
Any love which was there
Is gone without a care
You are selfish, obnoxious and rude
That's why i have to conclude
You are no good in my life
I'm finished with so much strife
It's time to cut you out
Of this. i have no doubt