warsanshire:

The neighborhood boys have grown taller

than their absent fathers.

 

My girl use to be one of the boys,

throat a gun tossed in to a river

fist fight for a mouth

bag of ice for a father.

 

Then her body grew soft where she did not want it soft

grew full, grew heavy, grew ripe

if the boys see then the boys will become hungry.

 

My girl avoids mirrors

binds her breasts like a secret

buries the dead in between her legs

every month bleeds like she is a wound

calls out the names of the dead like lottery numbers

and all the names sound like her own.

 

My girl picks her father from a list of fatherless rappers,

measures her thighs in her bedroom

is on a diet, forever

is a red balloon stolen from a party

deflating in a corner.

 

Her first kiss, a boy who does not like girls

unless they are face down on a mattress. 

 

My girl has a blank cd for a father,

the back seat of car for a mother.

 

Once in a basement when the music was on

and she thought no one was looking

and she could not help herself

and the body wanted to move

and the body it did move

and the body became almost sound,

she was wet from the bass in her stomach.

 

Everyone wanted to be like her,

that splinter in the oversized shirt.

  

My girl is the knife in the family portrait

the miscarriage at the sleepover

pink bubblegum expanding from a whores lips

riding the carousel with a nose bleed

glitter in a coffin

confetti in the barrel of a gun,

Is fun.

 

My girl is holy, is sacred, is pure

is clean, is loved, is whole, is beautiful

is worthy, is okay, is alone, is just fine

just the way you are girl

just the way you look babe

with that dirty mouth

and those hands, wherever they have been

and that sadness, whatever caused it

and that anger, wherever it came from

and that fear, who ever brought it

you are my girl, girl, you are me.

 

kurlozmakara:

don’t be too clingy
don’t be such a ‘girl’
be a woman
but be hairless like a child

don’t wear skimpy outfits
don’t be such a ‘slut’
be modest
but take it off when i ask

don’t assert yourself
don’t be such a ‘bitch’
be nice to me
but don’t be a fucking doormat

don’t be ignorant
don’t be such a ‘bimbo’
be intelligent
but don’t argue your opinion with me

don’t wear make-up ever
don’t be so ‘insecure’
be yourself
but don’t complain if i don’t like it

misandryinhaiku:

“women are weaklings!”

i’m strong enough to carry

your corpse to the woods

1.
fuck off.

2.
realize that time machines
were built
for richstraightwhite men who have
never feared walking down
the street at night.

3.
smoke cigarettes with the luxury 
of knowing that
they’ll kill you someday.

4.
throw away your record players
and smash your vinyls into bits
and recognize
that the jagged edges are 
nowhere near as rough as the past

(also, just fucking download spotify already).

5.
get dressed how you want
and eat what you want
and marry who you want
and learn what you want
just because you can.

6.
that whalebone corset looks 
prettier tucked away 
in the glass case of a museum 
than it would wrapped around
your middle
squeezing the breath from your lungs
and the roses blooming in your cheeks.

7.
swallow pills instead of 
biting your tongue.
you won’t be left in the gutter
or locked away in a tower,
i promise.

8.
money was always 
hard to come by.

9.
if you’re unhappy with where
you are, 
go.

we can fly, these days.