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I am a girl, therefore I'm worthless.
I am a thing to be sold for profit.
I am a body used for the pleasure of men.
"Yes, Sir."
These are the only things I'm allowed to say.
I shall face a punishment.
Beaten.
Disposed of.
But sadly, it would be nothing new.
I wish to take my final one.
I have possession of the knife.
My fear melts away, and my neck turns cold.
Yes, I have taken it.
However, it was not by means of bloodshed.
It was by means of struggle.
No longer shall I hide my face behind blue.
I shall marry at a chosen age to a chosen man.
I have the ability to do this all.
I am a disappointment to my parents.
I am a thing to be sold for profit.
I am property to a stranger.
I am a body used for the pleasure of men.
I am a slave to my promised husband.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Mistress."
These are the only things I'm allowed to say.
If I say anything else I will be punished.
I shall face a punishment.
Several that no one should be allowed to face.
Beaten.
Molested.
Disposed of.
I fear all of it.
But sadly, it would be nothing new.
I shall be punished for simply taking a breath.
I wish to take my final one.
I "belong" in the kitchen, after all.
I have possession of the knife.
This decision shall finally be mine.
My fear melts away, and my neck turns cold.
I shall take my freedom...
Yes, I have taken it.
My freedom.
However, it was not by means of bloodshed.
It was not by means of "relief."
It was by means of struggle.
It was by by means of the impossible.
Fighting.
No longer shall I hide my face behind blue.
My hair shall be hidden because of God, not man.
I shall marry at a chosen age to a chosen man.
I shall learn through books and science.
I have the ability to do this all.
I am a girl, therefore I'm powerful.
Literature
forgive me.
forgive me for being pretty,
because i'm always going to be a slut.
forgive me for being ugly,
well, no matter how little i wear,
i'll never be beautiful enough.
forgive me for being skinny,
because i'm fragile and weak.
forgive me for being fat,
well, no matter what i've been through
i'll never be able to speak.
forgive me for being strong,
because no one will even let me fight.
forgive me for being weak,
well, no matter how much you yell at me,
i'll never be right.
forgive me for loving a man,
because i'll never be under attack.
forgive me for loving a woman,
well, no matter what i love,
i'll never be loved back.
forgive me for be
Literature
reasons to love a shy girl
i. men fear strong women,
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains o
Literature
Not That Girl
I’m not that girl,
The one you see sitting in the back,
Listening intently as the teacher rambles on.
I’m not that girl,
That is already done with homework,
Five minutes after getting the assignment.
I’m not that girl,
That flaunts her 100 on a test,
By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers.
I’m not that girl,
That has a perfect life,
And everything is going perfectly for her.
That’s not me.
I’m that girl,
That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides,
In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears.
I’m that girl,
That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment
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...I SAW GIRL RISING AND HALF THE SKY AGAIN, OKAY!?
I decided to use a different formatting it add to the tone. I tried to put in different cultural difference, not focusing on the discrimination you find in the US, such as marrying off a twelve-year-old or molestation that is "fine" because of the culture. However, women are powerful and strong, no matter the age.
Several girls all around the world have fought for their freedom and to have their voice heard. Malala Yousafzai, for a younger example, allowed herself to be shot for what she believes in.
UPDATE 3/9/18: Four years later and I received another notification on this, so I decided to check out the comment section. Overall, I'm still proud of this poem, though I might have used some stronger word choice if I was writing it now. For any new readers, I think I need to address some things, as the comments reminded me that some people won't understand what I was going for.
1. If this poem makes you upset or angry, but not angry at me, then it had its intended effect. If not, then I suggest either reading the entirety of this description or just...read it again and try to figure out why not. It can say a lot about yourself, and not necessarily something negative.
2. I am in no way going against men in this poem. Hilariously enough, I tried to clear this up in the poem itself before publishing it with the line "Yes, Mistress," as some girls are also made into slaves that serve their "master" and his wife, both of whom abuse these girls. Sadly, this still happens today in certain countries. If you're male, unless I hear you say something disgusting and/or bigoted I'm going to assume you're a decent human being.
3. This poem is NOT ABOUT ME. I live in the United States, but as I mention in the first line in the description, I was inspired by two documentaries Girl Rising and Half the Sky, which I highly recommend watching. This poem was made in an attempt to understand those girls' lives even more, even if I can't live them (thank God).
4. Some people have claimed that I made this poem for attention, mimicking feminist poems that had just recently become popular. I already explained my muse, but those comments genuinely made me laugh because at the time, I was fourteen and had somehow not even fully grasped the concept of "feminism" yet (the original definition, not the..."Tumblr" variant). These two documentaries were my first exposure to highlighting these issues outside of Malala and I watched them over and over until I wrote this poem. I didn't know anyone else even thought about these issues, much less wrote about them as well. That was a pleasant surprise for fourteen-year-old me.
5. Some people in the comment section rant about Adam and Eve. They're referencing a line in the description I deleted when I saw how many people were focusing on it instead of the poem. It got an...interesting reaction.
I decided to use a different formatting it add to the tone. I tried to put in different cultural difference, not focusing on the discrimination you find in the US, such as marrying off a twelve-year-old or molestation that is "fine" because of the culture. However, women are powerful and strong, no matter the age.
Several girls all around the world have fought for their freedom and to have their voice heard. Malala Yousafzai, for a younger example, allowed herself to be shot for what she believes in.
UPDATE 3/9/18: Four years later and I received another notification on this, so I decided to check out the comment section. Overall, I'm still proud of this poem, though I might have used some stronger word choice if I was writing it now. For any new readers, I think I need to address some things, as the comments reminded me that some people won't understand what I was going for.
1. If this poem makes you upset or angry, but not angry at me, then it had its intended effect. If not, then I suggest either reading the entirety of this description or just...read it again and try to figure out why not. It can say a lot about yourself, and not necessarily something negative.
2. I am in no way going against men in this poem. Hilariously enough, I tried to clear this up in the poem itself before publishing it with the line "Yes, Mistress," as some girls are also made into slaves that serve their "master" and his wife, both of whom abuse these girls. Sadly, this still happens today in certain countries. If you're male, unless I hear you say something disgusting and/or bigoted I'm going to assume you're a decent human being.
3. This poem is NOT ABOUT ME. I live in the United States, but as I mention in the first line in the description, I was inspired by two documentaries Girl Rising and Half the Sky, which I highly recommend watching. This poem was made in an attempt to understand those girls' lives even more, even if I can't live them (thank God).
4. Some people have claimed that I made this poem for attention, mimicking feminist poems that had just recently become popular. I already explained my muse, but those comments genuinely made me laugh because at the time, I was fourteen and had somehow not even fully grasped the concept of "feminism" yet (the original definition, not the..."Tumblr" variant). These two documentaries were my first exposure to highlighting these issues outside of Malala and I watched them over and over until I wrote this poem. I didn't know anyone else even thought about these issues, much less wrote about them as well. That was a pleasant surprise for fourteen-year-old me.
5. Some people in the comment section rant about Adam and Eve. They're referencing a line in the description I deleted when I saw how many people were focusing on it instead of the poem. It got an...interesting reaction.
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no it's not true you are wonderful well if you are nice
not worthless