Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
Yes, It's Your FaultA girl's poem to girls,
I warn you it's harsh,
It may sound like a rant,
albeit stupid, not smart.
I've heard this a million times,
and I know it's not true,
for when a girl exposes herself,
eyes are pressed to her like glue.
You know what you're doing,
in your short revealing skirt,
bending over on purpose,
as to expose what's up your shirt.
You taunt him with a smile,
a touch or a comment,
I see you playing dumb,
and it makes me want to vomit.
You saw that girl with him,
dressed all modestly and sweet,
but you liked that boy too,
so you swept him beneath her feet.
Then you got bored of him,
you gave him away,
went back to your spaghetti straps,
another boy another day.
What's that you're wearing?
Is it a shirt or is it a bra?
Are you trying that hard.
To see how many guys will fall?
Once or twice,
three times was to many,
but you played those boys casually,
You flipped them like a penny.
Six, seven, or eight
I think I've lost count,
Will you excuse me for a second,
I need to vomit in
Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.
So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?
I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?
Many of you may think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite gender. No, I am not the one who is supposed to call for help or scream, I am not the one who is assaulted. I am supposed to be able to take care of myself in these situations.
But while I am a male, I am also human...
Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean I don't hurt inside for what was done to me...Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean tha
RapeI am a seventeen year old boy
I have determination in my bright blue orbs.
My smile can calm even the strongest tempest.
My friends are nothing short of amazing,
and my family...well, they are some of the most
supportive people I have in my life.
I'm going to make it big. Have a family,
live in a big house.
I'm going to marry my princess, have money
I'll be happy.
And my children will look up to me,
so will my wife. I'll protect them,
I'll be their role model.
I'll be the grandpa my grand kids love.
I'll live a long life, until it's time for me to go.
And even then, I'll be smiling down, not ready
to really depart from happiness.
I'm a seventeen year old boy,
and my tears stain my ruffled jacket.
I can't smile like I used to, but I try.
But I'm still so lonesome.
Where were the friends that understood me?
Where was the family that supported me?
They try, but I can't let them in.
My future crumbles, my wife vanishes,
my children...their children, drown in the
DepressionDepression feels like an anchor, tugging at my heart.
I'm stuck, I can't move. There's another storm coming.
I can't escape it. I'll be killed at sea.
Suddenly, my crew comes from their sleeping quarters
and albeit weak, they hoist up my anchor.
I can avoid the storm now, I can move and make
way to calmer seas.
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, it's not depression.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, it's not depression.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, it's not depression.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, it's not depression.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
It's not depression.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by yourself in the dark,
Cried when yo