Creative | Posted by Saskia G on 04/3/2015


The curve of you,

where the cheek meets the thigh,

is sweeter than lips strawberry

in a tinted photo

which is not your own anymore.

Instead savor

the place of skin wrapped by summer

clothes stretched as you run.

A prickle

of grass at the back of your neck

and sweat on your hairline,

delicate musk

in its stickiness trailing down,

down into the gentle creases

circling the mounds.

You create your own humidity.

Trap it here now,

to use it later or maybe

find it in memory

at that party where you sent the calling,

just sitting, testing,

like smoke in your favorite princess movies

and you were asked to dance.

The first time is power.


Twine them out, those summer tendrils,

use them only when you wish…

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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


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 Augusta G on 01/7/2015


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


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


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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Creative | Posted by Ariella C on 08/1/2014

A Daily Serving of Misogyny

Most do not realize that

they have swallowed you up

today along with their breakfast

and that you are their favorite cereal


Yours is a deceptive brand

claiming to have enough

servings of vitamins

while it is really only

heaps of sodium


Sometimes your sugar

thickens my tongue

so that when my father

says I am a killjoy and


my brother sneers and

calls me a lesbian for choosing

to learn amongst girls

and only girls


I say nothing


They say you are less in

stock nowadays but

as I amble down the supermarket


aisle I see enough of you

leering out at me

to last another twenty years


You are not as rare as they think


And even so, people have …

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Creative | Posted by Emily Z on 02/21/2014


Ridges of her spine like fish

emerging from the water:

she stands, condensation dotting

the mirror. Swift shock,

change snapped from the fingers.

Past tense, present: glass,

arrows in knees, never: transparency

in spite of itself, choked

back, unnecessary. I wish, I wish.

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Creative, Feminism | Posted by Riya S on 11/8/2013

A Feminist Wave of Fury

I’m not walking ‘before’ Anybody.
I’m not here to parade my body,
Or prance and flit about.

Cause under all the prettiness,
There beats an Amazon heart.

To wear what We want.
To do what We dream.
To be who We are.

I’m watching you with Feminist eyes ,
Waiting for a slip up.
Blood’s been lost for Black and White.
But for battle? Not a drop.

To love whom We want,
But only When We please.
We want to be free.

It’s one thing to be proud of being women but I believe that equality can only be achieved if we treat everyone according to their individual merits. I think that being denied opportunities or being treated as less because of What and not Who you are is a …

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