The fact that you want to make my secret dream come true means the world to me.
The Little things you always do you things to make me smile every day even though you haven’t had practically any sleep yet.
I love that so far your whole family adores me and that they have told me so.
I love that your mom told me we need to get married haha.
I love that your dad told me I’m a keeper for you.
Your sisters love me your neice loves me.
You’re whole family welcomed me with more than open arms.
And my family down here loves you so far.
I love that you love my cooking.
And that you wake me up to move me so I’ll cuddle with you even though you’re sleeping. You demand that I do and try to move me yourself.
That you always reach for my hand.
That you want me to text you while you’re at work.
That you like it when I’m home asleep so you know I’m safe and sound.
I don’t care that my sleep schedule is off because I’ll fall right asleep next to you no matter what.
Your sleep schedule is off because you want to spend time with me.
I’m glad we started talking and becoming friends months ago even just as friends.
I always looked forward to talking to you. Excited too
I love that I can open up to you one hundred percent.
That I can sing the craziest songs and you don’t mind from opera to miley to three days Grace.
You’re not perfect I know that. But I don’t care. You are who I’m falling for and I don’t want you to change
I’m lucky to have my boyfriend. He constantly wants to make me smile and laugh. He does what he can.
He makes me breakfast after his night shift at work.
He wants to be with me.
I could write so much about him.
But honestly I’m really thankful for him. He cares about me.
And hes even driving me up to pa to get my clothes so I’ll have clothes for the winter because he doesnt want me to freeze.
I’m truly thankful that he brings out the best in me. I want to work harder and better. I’m back to sketching in my sketch book.
I’m smiling more and more.
I’m happy being happy.
And yeah things aren’t always perfect between us. But it’s not supposed to be.
Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten
So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.
Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.
They pull us from classrooms
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.
Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.
Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.
Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.
Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.
Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.
Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.
Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.
Because our NO won’t be enough one day.
Because I wasn’t asking for it.
Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse
Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.
Because enough blood has been spilled.
Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be."
This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X
this makes me want to cry
Staying down here in ky.
And fixing my relationship with everyone down here who i never see.
smartest decesion i’ve ever made
Fucking perfect. Literally. No scarcasm there.
My life went from being turned up side down to meeting you.