Girls Poems - Poems about Girls

i didn’t think it was bad, till i’m sat in bed flipping through my pictures, wishing i was thinner. i catch myself clicking edit then scrolling the options, moving the dial further and further back until there’s almost nothing left. i would always hate on girls, the ones that hated themselves until i realised i turned into what i swore i’d never be, pointing out flaws no...

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Waist not an outfit, Barbie with her slip-on shoes, fairy-belts; plush hair, sometimes in ponytails. Forget-me-not her impossible figure. Why do some suppose that Barbie should be fat or ostracised? So what we dream in fairytales! So what, feminity is only skin deep and doesn’t include secret places. Us girls always knew what was there. It’s all pretend. We live in a...

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A black girls stance on self love Is one not often understood One that take years of healing One that understands the process of feeling Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum The relationship between a black girl and herself Is one not...

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Does he like black girls Or does he like the idea of the swirl Does he like black girls Or does he only like type two and three curls Does he like black girls Or does he want bragging rights Does he like black girls Or does he just want a turn Does he like black girls Or does he want...

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Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a girl’s Best friend Diamonds, Rusted or shiny, are my best companions when times are tough When my crystal tear drops from My Deer fawn eyes Sparkling champagne with a bottle of red wine would do just right On rainy nights of such gloom Diamonds, rusted or shiny, are my best friends when my days...

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They taught me how to bite my tongue, Before my voice had even sung. To shrink myself, to take up less To fold my fire into a dress. “Be quiet now, don’t make a scene.” “Good girls stay soft, polite, and clean.” So I became a silent shape, A shadow bound in silk and tape. I learned to flinch before I spoke, To laugh...

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Diagnosis:stage 4 silence Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist) Cure:unknown Lifespan:1-5 years, if that Symptoms: ? a silenced voice ? being black ? loss of control over body autonomy ? racism ? microaggressions ? discrimination ? stolen childhood ? stolen innocence The cancerous silence had spread through her body She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses They called her dramatic With...

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RUBY TUESDAY and SUSIE Q are like WILD HORSES But I've got those two HONKY TONK WOMEN UNDER MY THUMB ANGIE, the girl with FAR AWAY EYES has a HEART OF STONE But PAINT IT BLACK, MOTHER'S LITTLE HELPER isn't no angel SHE'S SO COLD that when I play with her, I PLAY WITH FIRE...

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These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter. Autumn wind ... She always wanted to pluck the reddest roses ?Kobayashi Issa translation by Michael R. Burch Issa wrote the haiku above after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.” In this world where I was born every...

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Gates once locked with poverty's rust now swing on golden hinges Every child a key-holder: the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness, the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics, wheels spinning stories across threshold stones. Breakfast arrives with sunrise and hope, satellites whisper knowledge to mountaintops, libraries gallop on horseback to forgotten villages. Schools are changing. Democracy breathes in corridors where...

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Rainbow birthday girl dressed in her striped socks and shoes of pink She put down her pencils, tossed out her paints and ink. Concentrated on her party, her presents, her guests and such. Many gave her rainbow gifts which she loved very much!...

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Well first of you have to be black So if your not sorry about that I guess you're just gonna have to be believed I know for once your not included How does it feel not to be the centre of attention I guess it must be hard having white privilege Oh and also being favoured And no...

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purple waters and a palm; drops coconuts on the sailors. mutts - the enlisted; maritime props in greedy hands - bum hat of klutz. weave of straw skirt - she laughs him off. the nail in his coffin; alive. she’s ugly with mesmerized cough. without real girls, how to survive… yellow and green mists, pink and blue. misfits would sell their souls, embark on this...

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They're smiling leniently don’t be silly You can’t be apolitical these days I’m smiling back I don’t trust them initially, It doesn’t fall under a criminal offence I’m fascinated by the incongruous lines Just look at those familiar shapes, distorted The early cubist paintings make them shine Not blindingly, but just how you would want it Ambiguous light of green and brown...

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Gorgeous hula girls began throwing leis our way The second we got off Plane Honolulu that day We found these exquisite creatures every where Dancing in celebration that we were there Do you think they are all related? Asked my man I could see he was truly an appreciative fan A lei is a symbol offering friendship, love, a greeting We saw...

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