attention all women/girls....FEMALES!!!!!

This poem is for the girls. For the girls whose favourite colour growing up was green, Not pink. For elementary school princesses still dreaming of being royalty For the cheerleaders and the songwriters The girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies, For the girls who will not let you blame their anger or sadness on PMS Regardless of what time of the month it is.

This is for Hillary Rodham Clinton: Too emotional to hold the presidency in an emotionally absent democracy For Angela Carter, letting loose her lions, For Britney Spears, once sixteen, once Mousekateer turned Catholic School pedophile bait, Begging in costume for sex or Smacks This is for New York, the woman For “Rock of Love Charm School” and “Bridezillas”

For Carrie Bradshaw For Paris and her new BFF, Successfully helping a gender regress This is for the runaways For the girls fainting down runways For the girls who played their Barbie dolls into doctors and teachers Made them something more than just disproportionately big breasted women, But grew up in the mirror, dreaming of being disproportionately big breasted women Because they were not allowed to be okay with

A’s For the girls who got A’s in their math and science classes For the spitfires kicking the baseball teams’ asses For The girls who write poetry, Who write love letters Write “love me” down one arm and “I exist” up the other For the girls who love sex And are not afraid to share that with their judgment congregation

For girls who dress their best and girls who Flaunt their breasts and For the girls who love football, wrestling, and pillow fights

This is for all the girls who are all for the boys For Zac Efron poster wielding daydreamers For “Beauty and the Beast” believers For the Penelopes and their faithfulness Saving face to save themselves gracefully, Falling apart behind closed doors For the girls who like girls, For the girls who kiss girls For the girls who will someday, God willing or not, marry girls This is for heroines who like themselves, who hate themselves, who hurt themselves but

Refuse to change themselves for someone else. For the girls who will never get used to you calling them beautiful But will never be okay with you calling them chicks, or dimes, or hunnies, or sluts, or hoes, or bitches, or pussy, or cunts or, or, or… This is for high heels taking dark-alley steps carefully, listening because they have to Because less than ONE PERCENT of rapists get thrown in jail and This is for the girls whose monsters are still out there and

This is for the girls who made damn sure theirs aren’t. For the girls fighting like hell to swallow more than doubt for dinner For women watching family dinners go cold on family tables For strong arms holding families together For shoulders carrying relentless weights, relentlessly For the homemakers and the home wreckers For the heartbreakers and the breaking hearts

world before they bring children into it For the femme fatales For the femi-nazis

For girls watching their parents die from the inside out Or the outside in. For sisters raising siblings Because family takes care of each other This is to women working harder than their paychecks think For the “man-eaters” who refuse to believe that the meaning of life Is settling down and settling into settling for something less than what they want. To the women who want to CHANGE this

For the women still surviving the holocaust of their domestic violence at the hands of undomesticated ANIMALS For wives who know that, until 1989, it was okay for a man to rape his woman because somehow we forgot that marriage does not equal ownership. That LOVE does not warrant punishment. This is for my mother, for the woman she helped make me For the woman she made herself For the sister I do not have, the one who was not

allowed to live For the daughters I will raise and love For my friends, dancing with boys at parties For my friends, clutching their drinks at parties For my friends, being raped at parties Ladies We have the opportunity, daily, to ensure that the world takes us seriously We have an obligation to demand that we are viewed as peers Instead of servants to superiors. A responsibility to hold our heads high and fight

For Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony For the women who voted in the 1920 Presidential Election For Tina Turner For women facing rapists on the witness stand, Going from “victim” to “defendant” in seconds flat and For black-eyed women having their husbands arrested For poets redefining love to exclude servitude For daydreamers

For “Beauty and the Beast” believers, For your grandmother, and your mother, and your children, and yourself Do me a favour Get out your pens Write “I exist” down this arm and “love me” up the other and In the middle, right over here, In big capital letters scribble “BEAUTIFUL” And get used to it

Poem Written By: Jade Keena http://lyttleblankyta.deviantart.com/

Poem Written By: Jade Keena http://lyttleblankyta.deviantart.com/