Best Feminism Poems
They tell me that I must avoid feminism.
They tell me that feminism makes me hate men.
They tell me as a feminist no man will like.
They tell me all about misandry and not about
misogyny and after I hear them talk I am all for
Misanthropy. They tell me being manly is not ok,
They tell me short skirts are slutty and long skirts
Are prude and I. Am just. A sum of my parts.
They tell me not to walk alone at night
Or I might turn a man on.
Not to be to giving or might as well go along.
They tell me to clutch my keys for when
Bad men arrive
They tell me: “Hey girl, why not smile?”
And ask me what´s the hurry.
They tell me they are a nice guy, don't worry
I am in no rush. Let's just be friends, I have nothing
in demand. They tell me, with the same heart in their mind,
That I lead them on, and ask me why I don´t love them?
But I did, they were my friend.
They tell me catcalling is a compliment but call me
Arrogant if I thank. And if I walk by in silence they
Call me ****, they call me skank. They tell me those
rowdy guys in daylight light are just a bit drunk and
nothing more. And the way that they groped me more,
just let it go and leave before they get more.
They tell me how it is my fault on the day that I get raped.
Boys will be boys, I can not expect them to behave.
How silly of me, to think them human.
They tell me no arrests are made, and before the day after, They,
They tell me to get over it, and call me psycho when I flinch.
I think some have half the mind to rape me again.
“Why don't I trust them?¨” is all they have to ask?
But look at what you thought me,
You taught me not to trust.
That was not feminism, feminism was not my class.
It taught me better, that my voice will give me trust.
That I am not alone and you have not weakened me.
That boys are not boys and better than we make them to be.
That my body is my body and I should not fear the
Streets at day and night like I do now.
And every lurking danger,
is not the sum of my faults.
hen party
walk of shame
your worth in eggs
***
“A fight of voice exceeds one of fists.”
Bludgeoned, broken, cast away,
Time devours, your name decay,
Ascend beyond the gilded throne,
Unsung, unrested, still overthrown.
Happy Women's History Month!
Why the urge to gain equal rights by women,
Has become a topic of debate?
If she wants to be as free as a man,
Why a mess this movement create?
A woman during her period is barred from temples,
But a man, even a rapist get blessings in ample.
The case of Nirbhaya struck our heart’s core,
But could it counter the pain she bore?
Ramayana is a part of history,
If Ram asked Sita to walk over fire is a mystery.
But the present man is no less,
Urges a girl to undergo virginity test,to prove her innocence.
Can she demand the same?
No! It will be a matter of shame.
If he asks for it, that’s a matter of pride,
Because it’s his sole right to select his bride.
Is preference of a boy over a girl justified?
Are we ever going to make our mentality wide?
Feminism is required for a better future,
For human race to be considered cultured creatures.
Gender catch
MOM in short stands for Man of the Match,
POM a prize, female players may fetch.
Ye better careful be,
World's touchy, fidgety,
Be safe and concede no easy catch.
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In today’s times one need be politically, gender correct, and correct in so many ways. A lady chairman is a chairperson. Never say actress; actor will do for both. Similarly in cricket, the counterpart of Man of the Match (MOM) is Player of the Match (POM). In today’s times, package matters more than contents. It is style, not substance; not just right, you must be seen to be right.
Happenings | 09.02.2017 |
Forget being an anarchist
Forget being a feminist
Forget being anti racist
Her body is swaying to the sound of music
A man holds her waist and they dance
His fingers go lower
She swats them away
She walks outside
He finds a new target
A drunk woman kisses her
She pushes her away
She puts her hands in her afro and says
“you are the most beautiful Black girl I have seen”
Never call a woman a wh-re. It may be insulting to wh-res. p.s. ladies, so-called, no need to worry about the dan-man. With many of ya'll I make sure to keep my hands to myself. With some contemporary attitudes it is a lot more interesting anyway.
Ilchee, the "Moon Girl".
She paddled her own canoe ~
Bronze gaze, heart of steel.
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Ratify Femininity to the nation grown from women
Women born and bred yet they still deny
How many would it take to rectify?
Maybe a man not given equal pay
When labor was the same that day
Or maybe if our society were to decay
Then what do you think they would say?
Flowers in the world not given recognition
How all of congress is filled with superstition
Is that what we call the christian vision?
Though some say it may be too late
Too late to ignore or to open the gate?
Sitting in their highchairs “trying” to relate
The past is long overdue for reason to allocate
Great endeavors faced yet still unable obtain liberty
With a veil of shame we are forced to hide our dignity
Shoved into the darkness to wait out our captivity
Prosperous light uproot this harsh mentality
Lead the way to a brighter ultimate reality
She’s bearing the very precious life
Meanwhile enduring stress and strife
Left stored away to be an intolerable wife
But for our strength we know the destination
Tracing the stars with a beautiful constellation
We must be able come to the realization
That exists as a signature of tribulation
Trying to acquire the expired restitution
Rights long disregarded in the constitution
Implications shamefully created like pollution
For the arrogance of humanity to remain
Inequality needs to be seen the same
Voices in the outreach heard in vain
It’s not easy to break the chain
Trying to pursue the right ongoing route
Progression beginning to suddenly reach out
Inspiration and ability consuming anything with doubt
Aiming for the constant infinity with passion and nobility
Feeling empowered to relinquish possession of the hostility
Making efforts to transcend the dialogue of hate into tranquility
we may disagree but I respect that you see things differently
Tangibility can be a tedious thing when it comes to activism
There needs to be inadvertent changes within this system
Or else we may have to experience a genuine cataclysm
The small chamber, filled with gentle light,
hesitates to enter and welcome the Tuscan morning,
as if it's a long-awaited visitation.
Lucy stands being puzzled between her trained composer,
and watches the hills far ahead,
seems to find her comfort in another field,
open towards her strict inward life.
The world invites her to explore,
and pushing her to go beyond her imagination,
where her thoughts were always
bound to behave in specific ways.
The river view forces her to think about her propriety,
which is nothing but a shallow outburst
That is going to be cut out soon.
Mr. Emerson, along with the sunlight, comes to free Lucy
from her understanding of nature,
where nature is just what she chooses to acknowledge.
Everything around her is pushing her
towards the destiny she deserves.
Propriety becomes uncomfortable,
and new insights and impulses begin to replace her old beliefs.
Her suppressed desires are starting to fight back
and emerge slowly but obviously.
Charlotte cannot impose anything on her anymore.
From a rigid cage, it is not easy to be freed,
Yet she tries to move forward with
What is awaiting on the other side?
She thinks, "I question the world, therefore I am its prisoner."
She understands that trusting the fiction is therefore her sanity.
Yet she looks beyond the frames of the window,
and she discovers the view on the other side.
She becomes overwhelmed but embraces
the lantern she discovers in a quiet war.
Dignity, purity, hope,
Entwined in a delicate rose.
These are the colours which hold
The futures of all women to come.
Run, run, run,
To the Free Trade Hall we run,
Eyes bright, souls lifted, the taste
Of excitement on the tip of our tongues.
Suff-ra-gette,
Was the name they gave us, scribbled
In every single newspaper, as if to say
"THESE WOMEN ARE TROUBLE."
Emm-el-ine
Pankhurst, her name. Equality, her goal.
The union, her child. The cause, her pride.
The name "SUFFRAGETTE" became our own.
Man-che-ster,
Where it all began. Where
The fires of change lit and stoked and
Spread their message in the dangerous smoke.
Da-vi-son.
Whatever became of poor Emily? I heard
It was she whose body trampled
Beneath the hooves of the King's horse.
Im-prison-ment.
Prison, the only place strong enough
To handle our emblazoned spirit. And so
They dampen it with poison down our throats.
One hun-dred
Years passed since our victory. I
am young but their strength runs through me.
My present is the history they endured.
To the women who came before,
We continue on your notion.
After all, it's "deeds, not words"
Which set the change in motion.
hen party
walk of shame
your worth in eggs
***
When did teaching a woman how to cover her shoulders and legs and teaching a man that their personal attractions control us, become part of the curriculum?
When did teaching a woman how to protect herself in an attack and teaching a man how to commit an attack, become part of the curriculum?
When did teaching a woman that our bodies are weaker then men’s so we must protect ourselves and teaching a man that their minds are inferior so rape is okay, become part of the curriculum?
When did a woman’s virginity become something that’s embarrassing to hold on to?
When did a woman’s virginity become a prize when her first time was not consented?
When did a woman’s virginity become something she is both terrified to lose and mortified to keep?
When did the world become a place where we teach men that they can control women, teach men that rape is okay, teach men that they are stronger?
When did the world become a place where half of our population lives in fear and the other half is power hungry?
When did the world become a place where half of us must hide who we are and the other half shoves who they are down our throats?
When did the world become a place like this?
The pride of the world,
have we stepped on with great hatred.
The whispers of the words,
have they buried in their various tunnels.
We no longer recognize their garment,
stabbing them greatly while they lament.
They hope to beautify on earth their fulfillment,
Yet they are severed greatly with blandishment.
Women, the salt of the earth.
This have we seen,
yet we see nothing to be felt.
Then when are we going to recognize our sins?
Women, the key to every development.
though, a fabric are they so soft.
Agreeably, they are the main ingredients.
Without them, we are seen to flop.
Why must every good thing be torn?
Why must their heart be insecure?
Why must we show to them epitome so impure?
In good, why must we pay back bad in return?
So soft have they been seen,
Captivity have we sown on them.
Now they hope to get not to the scene,
swiveling their blood away from their flesh
Why have we destroyed their ecstasy?
Bringing to them great enmity,
portraying to them odious entity,
now they hope to be in a state of tranquility.
In concord,
we say "end the violence"
Violence against women,
idolize their presence in great intense
And leave on their heart lusty essence.
When I was small
My favorite color was blue
It was my first day
Of kindergarten
Proud to announce it
Only to realize
That blue
Was a "boy color"
The girls told me that
Just like their mothers
Told them the genders
Corresponding with colors...
But this is not about colors
This is about how
Each unshaved hair on my leg
Or shaved hair on yours
Is your choice, not society's
This is about how
Women should be comfortable
In their own skin
This is about how
Each and every girl
Should be able to feel
Comfortable
In public
Without a mask of makeup
Hiding their natural skin
We are facing society
Head on
Wether it has open arms for us
Or not
No longer do we care
About what society thinks of us
We are the rejects of middle school
We have broken out
Of our boxes
And traveled beyond the shelves
And do you know what we found?
An entire nation
Of diverse
Intelligent
Women