A price tag on my head

A scratch on the surface Nothing beneath, Price plummeting lower Unravelling the wreath. A dent on my side Breaking the flow, Audiences inhale The price takes a blow. A cut digging deep Slashing my form, Moved away from sight And into the climaxing storm. A broken shell Forgotten and lost, Hands breaking me further Until... Continue Reading →


Being a woman is terrifying

It's hard being a woman My first breath already seized, Doctors naming me adorable Chained as they teased. It's hard wearing skirts When you want to jump, kick and run, A scolding teacher telling you to sit still Whilst boys are allowed to have fun. It's hard when girls grow up Having to plaster orange... Continue Reading →

Why is it so hard to say no?

I read somewhere that females find it harder to outright say no rather than men, apparently, this is because men are respected for being strong and giving orders and commands, whilst woman should use softer and more "ladylike" language. I thought surely not, then realised that indeed, I don't say no. I say no thank... Continue Reading →

To pluck, or not to pluck, a feminist rant

"Ew what the hell is that on your legs -" Oh, you mean the leg hair that fifty percent of the population feel they must scour off their skin, encase young girls feel empowered to accept their normal and natural bodies. "That's disgusting and unhygienic -" Actually, it's very hygienic, otherwise, men would be falling to the... Continue Reading →

“Pink is for girls,” ew.

"Here you go love, a little something for the baby," an elderly voice says. Turning, I am handed a brightly coloured package. I grin, an animalistic part of me takes it greedily, ripping apart the wrapping. A bright pink tutu glares at me, mocking me with its unruly netting. "It's... very pink," I say. A... Continue Reading →

A woman can be everything

She wants to be happy. This dull grey world feels so bleak, Breaking these barriers into a new realm She is ready to climb from peak to peak. She wants to be happy. Live a life free of pain, Each day a new adventure With monsters to be slain. She wants to be happy. Who... Continue Reading →

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