Creative | Posted by Jo E on 01/22/2016

Bisexuality Isn’t Real, My Ass.

Somehow she ended up sitting next to me on the couch as the five of us snuggled. Three of us ended up on the L shaped couch, the other two on the floor. And there she was. Next to me, sitting back after she had gotten the movie—“The Shining”—set up on her TV.

It didn’t take long for me to forget about my discomfort and focus on the movie, which was good, and not so scary that I couldn’t watch. But then she grabbed my arm and pulled it around her, lying her body back against my chest, and I could smell how nice she smelled — she was obsessed with nice-smelling lotions and hair sprays. I tried not to let her feel the tension that she inspired in my …

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Creative | Posted by Jordan P on 12/4/2015

Are You Beach Body Ready?

“Beach body ready?”

The words claw at my brain

digging between the intricate folds of my unconscious

the instant I step onto the crowded subway.

My legs move to a seat as if they had brains of their own

because my eyes are transfixed on the neon yellow billboard ahead

I stare.

 

At the white woman’s sultry facial expression

her breasts protruding out of her yellow bikini

the frizzless blonde hair

size 20 waist

large hips

arched back

small nose

opened legs.

 

This woman doesn’t exist.

She is an object used to sell.

Exploited across Manhattan

telling women to try her weight loss powder

because just look how well it worked!

Isn’t it so nice of her to want to help womankind?

 

I know she is photo-shopped.…

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Creative | Posted by Hilary W on 05/29/2015

Love For A Season

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My prom dress was too big to fit into the car. I worked my hands around the silky tulle of the rhinestone-studded gown and gathered the fabric into my lap. But as the car picked up speed down the hill, the boy in the driver’s seat took hold of the manual handle, cranking down the window. “Here,” he said. “You can let go.” He motioned to my hand, which was tightly grasping my dress. I let my fingers release the now-wrinkled fabric and watched it billow freely toward the window. My open palm followed the free pieces of silk and my arm glided out of the window as we picked up speed in the cool May evening. I was on my way to prom with a …

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Creative | Posted by Samantha P on 02/6/2015

Basic Human Rights

What are you women truly fighting for?

What rights don’t you women have?

Basic human rights.

My consent for you to approach me and get to know me

Is a basic human right

My body does not define me

My clothes do not describe me

And your words are certainly not inviting

Feminism

We the people, for the people, by the people

Don’t they mean we the men, for the men, by the men

I would love to walk down the street

And not be whistled at like a dog

I would love to sleep with whomever I want and not be called a slut

You receive a pat on the back while I receive a text

Saying, “whore”

What makes any of this okay?

You feel content in your …

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Creative | Posted by Jules C on 01/30/2015

Princes

When I was a little girl my grandma told me that there were princes. Sitting in our house in the Sunset, the N rumbling by, the sky grey and the ocean roaring, she’d tell me about them as I sipped my soup and tore off bread to dip. She said the princes were scattered around, trapped in skyscrapers and under bowling alleys and hidden away in train stations. Some had green eyes, some had black hair, some had baby faces, some were short, some less so. But they were all waiting. They had nothing to do but sit around, doing pushups, combing their hair, shaving their beards till they were just roguish enough for a princess to save them. For a princess with an AK-47 and a leathery attitude to …

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Creative | Posted by Augusta G on 01/7/2015

Womantra

If you can’t handle me,

If my girl-power, middle-finger, bra-burning bothers you

Then reevaluate

Because I am only gaining momentum

I am charging,

Ignited by the tide of my moon

Surrounded by my sisters.

I am a bitch

A whore

And damn proud of it.

You label me,

For fear of my labia –

Too crazy

Too young

Too wild

Too scared.

You try to turn down my volume,

Fix and fondle me.

But I don’t need to be handled,

I have two hands

And they work damn well between my thighs.

 

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Creative | Posted by Kinder L on 12/26/2014

Uncomfortable

In class my professor stated that being comfortable

is a key factor to a society evolving.

At the time, I took her word for it. But

that night as I tried to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but

think about what she had said.

The more and more I thought about it,

the more and more I started to disagree.

 

It is with being too comfortable that my problems began

and I was lead astray.

Astray from the life I wanted to live.

Astray from the person I wanted to be.

I got too comfortable with the idea that I wasn’t good enough.

I got too comfortable with thinking that it is alright to

dismiss your intelligence to appear more attractive

in the eye of society.

I got too …

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Creative | Posted by Georgia P on 08/29/2014

Progress

Shut up he barked

Sit down he wined

Raise your voice he howled

Raise your cup to me he giggled

Make pure and tender love to me he snapped

Pick me up in your arms and tell me how to change he snaked

Shut up he whispered, into my ear on this cold, cold night

Pull out the chairs when they sit down he commanded

Read my mind he yearned

When my mother comes cover your bruises and show me that smile he snickered

When my father comes cover your chest and cross your legs he murmured

Know me like no one has ever known me, care for me like no one has before we wished

to each other

Shut up, he pounded into me, his sweaty hands slurping my …

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