Catcalled Poems - Poems about Catcalled

...Always being told who to be and how to act. Told I could be anything by Barbie, but then told to look like her. At 6 told that I had to be careful walking alone, At 10 was told “Bleed = breed” af......

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...I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that......

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...… Throughout my life, the same phrase has been repeated to me- “no means no.” The concept of refusing an action you’re uncomfortable abetted me towards hope; growing up, distraught was brought upon......

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...We are in a mournful mood this morn, Queenie my friends cat is dead. Overfed its fatty heart gave up. For days it had been hiding in a box dreaming of chasing mice but now only dream-mice rema......

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