Don’t You?
If you call yourself a feminist then how come
You don’t cross the road late at night. How
Come you don’t let me walk on the road side
Of the footpath. It’s not that I don’t trust you
As a person I just don’t trust men as a whole l.
So next time you see a woman walking late at
Night can cross the road and let us walk on the
Road part of the footpath, after all you do call
Yourself a feminist don’t you?
Purple
From the colour of our conformity
Just girls reside here
The difference in personality
Is never that clear.
Expression is who we are
Suppression is who im meant to be
Who am I?
Simply purple like she?
Expectations
Everyone always expects something of someone.
Whether that’s exam results, beauty levels, or even
Future job positions. I’m expected to be aware of other
people’s emotions. Their feelings. Their life.
I’m expected to fit the general status of a teenage girl.
I’m expected to go to parties, discos. I’m expected to date
People. I’m expected to buy those small minidresses off Shein.
I’m expected to know all the gossip about the latest drama.
I’m expected to be a typical teenage girl. But I’m not.
I like reading nerdy books, I like playing video games,
I don’t like discos or parties, I don’t want to date a typical boy.
I want to learn science, I want to play games with friends,
I want to laugh about tv shows with my friends, I want to nerd
Out and not feel ashamed or embarrassed. I want to be me.
Society doesn’t work that way. Society says you have to be
Like everyone else, or you’re weird. You have to kiss boys,
Or you’re weird. I am weird. In my own special way, I’m weird.
And I’m proud. There’s nothing wrong with saying no, with being
Different. I’m expected to be the same. But I’m not. I’m expected to fit in.
But I won’t. All these expectations shape society.
And if that’s the society we live in, it needs to change.
Us “weird” people, we need to fix this.
We are weird, it’s time to own it.
Darkness
Walking in dark of night
My heart held in my chest
Will I make it to light?
Will I have to put up with a fight?
The horns sound the wind echoes
The footsteps strike like lightning
My breath chokes
Why is this so frightening?
Walking in the dark of night
I never know if I will make it to light
Night
Night covers all tracks
Nothing can protect us,
Not even the clothes on our backs
A short skirt feels like unwanted attention
A smile feels like unwanted company
Polite conversation treated as invites into our beds
And now when the papers mutter words
Of slut and blame
We shall still carry shame
Like a stain that’ll never wash away.
Our Souls
The mask we woman wear,
As we flick our hair,
Is not one of stone and bricks,
But one of confident smiling lips.
What you sense but can’t see,
Is the tight, tightrope we walk,
Of friendships, emotions and lives,
That we find difficult to talk about.
We laugh and we cry, like waves against the shore,
Smiling, confident, easy to ignore,
But if you can’t see beneath the mask,
Don’t assume our souls are not glass.
Away
Men are safer than women. I walk home after
Rugby training, from somewhere I felt so strong,
To a situation where I now feel so vulnerable.
Tired and sore, then having to deal with a boy catcalling
Behind me. If it was a boy walking home after training
And a group of girls out walking around, you’d still see
Us girls steering away from the one boy.
The Dark Rainy Street
Walking in the dark rainy street
I see a man walking against me in the distance
In that pit of my stomach is a feel of defeat
What’s going to happen in this instance
He’s getting closer
What will he do to me?
Should I make a bolter?
Will I remain free?
Will he hit me
Will he taunt me
Will he hurt me
Will he leave me
He’s closing in
I’m panicked now
I turn up my chin
I refuse to bow
He passes
I hold my breath
The world freezes
This time I escaped possible death.
Little Women
Constantly being paranoid, looking over my
Shoulder, I was never like this as a child, until I got older,
Men older than my father looking at me like I’m
A piece of meat even tho I was barely a teenager,
And it continues now as I’m going to become an
Adult next year and as I keep getting angrier,
Nothing has ever made me a more enraged as
To when it started happening to my two wonderful
Little sisters, little women when they started to
Experience womanhood, and what could I do
As I was and am only a little woman too.
Being a Woman
When a man is depressed he becomes an abuser,
When a man asks for help he feels like a loser .
When the change is made his kids see he is a hero ,
Men see his behaviour they run to the shelter of Ben Shapiro ,
His demons reflect a clown.
But theres no stain.on women and children’s gown ,
Men and women act out reflecting each other in the mirror maze of life ,
Maybe we find it entertaining to see this joy ever waning ,
We are always better when this is fading .
Untitled
To venture out at night what a privilege
To walk alone day or night- how fun it used to be
But that was before, when my dad walked beside me
I don’t feel safe-what if he pulls a knife?
To see a man in the distance is a fright.
What will it be this time. A comment, a call
Or a simply a suggestive move to the right
I used to dance and dress up That was all
Before-before guys shouted and roared
I want to go out I really do but i’m so scared,
Scared of what HE might do!
I Hate When
I hate when I’m walking at night and i fear
That a man might call me a slag or follow me down
I hate when a man says all ‘females’ are stupid
Weak and ugly clowns i hate when a man can be
A rapist, pedophile, racist and still idolised i hate when
I know all the girls that i love have to ignore it with a smile
I hate when i have to tell a friend she’s not a slut because ‘he wouldn’t stop’
I hate when the first question is ‘ what was she wearing? Was her skirt cropped?’
I hate when im scared just because of their gender
But I hate when a man says that we can never be equal.
Each Other
I love how girls look after each other. They come
Together when times matter and if someone is
Down they bring them back up again. Yes we
Can be bitchy but if u look closer we all have
A heart the size of the earth. We respect and
Love our parents and you wouldn’t think twice
About giving out about their friends.
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