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Bringewald Julia

Female rage.

Female rage.

 

I am a woman,

I yearn to be pretty,

to dress up and strut,

without being shamed 

for a gram too much,

on my waist or the

bags under my eyes,

for an outfit, society,

can't help but despise.

 

I am a woman,

I desire safety,

when I go out at night,

drunk on life's highs,

without fear's bite,

scared not to be raped

or to meet a dark plight,

before finally reaching,

the safety of home's light.

 

I am a woman,

I'm often confused,

struggling to fit,

rules so abused,

seeking to thrive

in this world of

expectations so high,

trying to survive,

my purpose wry.

 

I am a woman,

I feel fear coursing

through my veins,

in a world where

disdain has the reigns,

still I will persist

despite the chains,

society's attempts

to kill my flames.

 

I am a woman,

I am enraged,

by your oppressive hand,

that's keeping me caged,

by all your restraints.

But you can't bind me,

can't hold me down,

I'll scream for the silenced,

the ones broken down.

 

I am a woman,

I'll stand tall and strong,

for every little girl's dream,

I'll fight along,

to break the chains

of this world unkind,

constantly seeking

to undermine.

With every breath,

I'll raise my voice,

against injustice

I make my choice.

 

I am a woman,

I'm embracing my strength,

defying the norm,

I'll do all you said

I shouldn't, I'll reform,

facing society's battles

with calm,

for I am a woman,

fierce and strong.

 

I am a woman,

you will feel my rage.

And if you want to burn me,

I'll chain you to me on the stake.

 

This purpose I'll abide,

I will survive and defy,

this system designed

to confine.

 

So watch me rise,

relentless and sage,

for you can't quell

this female rage.

 




Envoyé: 22:30 Fri, 15 March 2024 par: Bringewald Julia age: 18

Bringewald Julia

Fear.

Tell me, what are you afraid of? 

 

Is it the darkness of the night, 

you're facing alone, a whisp of fright, 

of what might lurk in shadows deep, 

in the silence, where whispers creep,

echoing doubts of uncertain past,

questions you're dreading to be asked.

 

Is that what haunts you, what you dread?

 

Or is it the people on the streets, 

that they might uncover what deceit, 

lies behind your mask, your facade, 

reveal the unhinged you, your naked self, 

the beast within, waiting to be freed, 

from the cage of societal creed?

 

So tell me, is that what you fear?

 

Or is it the voices, in your mind, 

yelling atrocities, cruel and unkind, 

stripping your sanity, your humanity, 

turn you into a ghostly entity, 

a monster born of your own thoughts, 

with darkness deep within its walls?

 

So tell me, what is it you fear most, 

that sends shivers down your spine like a ghost, 

that makes your heart race in fear, 

when whispered gently in your ear?


 




Envoyé: 17:14 Sun, 17 March 2024 par: Bringewald Julia age: 18