Creative | Posted by Molly B on 10/19/2012
Girl
You don’t get to say
That because I was born with these parts
And not those
That I have to wear eyeliner
Or make someone breakfast
Or suck a dick
You don’t get to say
That I’m not a nice young lady
Because I cuss and smoke
And I don’t fit into the box you built for me
It’s not my job to clean the house
Because of the vagina between my legs
And I don’t need your permission
For anything
I can work harder
And run faster
And out fight most of the men I know
There is nothing wrong with me
Just because I come from a land you’ve never been to
And speak a language you can’t learn
Don’t berate me
Just because I’m out of your …
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Creative | Posted by Katie M on 09/21/2012
Hero
We all know I’ve given you everything,
that – as far as I’m concerned sometimes – I have nothing left.
You took it all, because I gave it. Freely, willingly, without hesitation,
you didn’t have to ask.
Sometimes you didn’t.
I’ve given you all my words,
and now I don’t have much more to say.
At least, I won’t, when I finally tell the whole big scary truth –
which, despite my best efforts, I have yet to do.
When I say that it’s all out there… Well, that’s a lie.
Some of my secrets I’m still keeping.
Some of my wounds, well, they’re still bleeding.
You cut me deep, you know, and I can still see the scars.
You said you wanted it to have always been my choice.…
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Creative | Posted by Carson R on 06/22/2012
Everything Was Okay
*Trigger warning: the following story may be upsetting to survivors of / those sensitive to descriptions of sexual assault*
Eve is a palindrome. Reverse the order of letters, and the word remains the same. You’d never notice anything wrong with a backwards eve.
Eve is a marketing consultant. She lives in a narrow townhouse in Seattle. Her cat, Charcoal, roams the metal stairs and hardwood floors. In her living room, a whiteboard of scribbles rests on the black sofa. On the kitchen counter, a stack of invoices bears coffee stains. This is her office, where the computer is always on. Every morning, she comes downstairs and shakes the mouse, and the monitor casts a glow upon her face. The sky is just beginning to brighten as she types out her …
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Creative | Posted by Julie Z on 06/10/2012
Support Women Artists Sunday: Madison Maxey
Madison Maxey Inc, a growing fashion brand that creates unique blazers in fun and interesting cuts isn’t your typical fashion company.The brand was started by Madison Maxey, a 19 year old California native in December 2011. Her company is organized around one concept; “Blazers for the Individual.” All of her designs reflect the idea that the blazer can be a more creative garment than what most stores currently have to offer.
Says Maddison: ”At age 8, I started learning to sew, and since then I would ask for sewing machines for Christmas instead of cell phones or make-up. I spent my summers sitting in on college classes to learn more about the industry and fashion and I devoured books written by my idols on how they started their companies. Instead of …
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Creative | Posted by Julie Z on 05/6/2012
Support Women Artists Sunday: Polly Scattergood
Polly Scattergood (born 1987, Colchester, Essex, England), is a British singer-songwriter. She has been described as ethereal, dark, intense and quirky, while her musical style has been described as “early 21st century electro-dance-pop of London proper”. Scattergood’s debut album, self-titled, was released in spring 2009 in the United Kingdom and United States. Scattergood attended the Brit School where she wrote 800 songs. After graduation she caught the attention of music industry executive Neil Ferris who took on her management. Ferris then introduced Scattergood to Daniel Miller head of Mute Records. He led her to her current producer Simon Fisher Turner. Scattergood describes herself as a storyteller. “I write about emotions and moments, not all are biographical.”
via Wikipedia
Please Don’t Touch
I Hate The Way
Polly Scattergood on iTunes: 
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Creative | Posted by Tiffany C on 05/4/2012
One Night Stand
Did she mention how I’m the girl of the moment?
Splashed across magazine cover pages like dripping acid from batteries
Radioactive toxic waste
How could you.
How could you.
Your bright blue eyes, cornflower blue—they said
He’s a gentleman and knows manners long dead
But you really weren’t; not at all what they said
Should I listen to them or the voices in my head?
Tell me this is wrong because it feels so right and I can’t think anymore
No end in sight
Your poisoned words so dark, so deep, penetrating their sickly message beneath
Smudged lipstick and weak resistance
And I’m not too sure what the truth is anymore
So when you tell your girlfriend the next day
Clock’s at 7; the minute hand set slightly off
Where
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Creative | Posted by Blue Rose on 03/30/2012
17
He’s inching closer ,
I’ve seen it before .
His lips ask love but his tongue says whore .
He caresses farther,
I am not there.
He kissed me back to my 8th year.
Momma just watches,
She kinda laughs.
Kevin is done so he strokes my calf.
I am defiled
I am dirt
I am handled
I am hurt
9 years later
A pawed up pet
I am not completely corrupted yet.
They can take my body,
And shatter my heart.
They can feed me lies,
And rip me apart.
They will grope every inch of me . I need it to feel whole
They will squeeze my being ,
But never molest my soul.
He’s inching closer,
I’ve seen it before.
His lips ask love but his tongue …
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Creative | Posted by Bryan N on 02/3/2012
Beauty Chase
society told her she was ugly and she bought into the lie
she dissected every bit of herself for judgmental inspection
and tried to feel beautiful all in vain
comparing herself to photoshopped figures on a magazine page
I saw the sadness in her eyes
as she flipped through the shit they use sexualized bodies to advertise
subliminal brainwash since birth that writes on the mind
I want her to feel beautiful in the body she was born with
feel happy in her skin
never satisfied with the body she is in
compliments never do shit so where do I begin
she points at bodies she says are perfect
not knowing that she is too
sadness blooms as she starts to slip
downward spiral spin
cuts down on meals to …
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