Hush little baby, don’t you cry

Tonight momma can’t sing you a lullaby

She’s trying her best, I promise you, dear

And if she could, she would be here

Sweet, little toddler, don’t you scream

Momma really needs to escape in her dreams

The bangs are getting louder, and the voices gruffer

Just pray momma’s life won’t get any tougher

Dearest kindergartener, it will all be fine

Momma will remember your birthday this time

No, sweetheart, you can’t have her drink

Don’t listen to those who say she’s on the brink

Elementary school isn’t too bad, honey

We’ve finally got a bit of extra money

Don’t go in the room yet, momma’s not ready

No, no, baby, I think she’s walking quite steady

Junior high is where it starts to get strange

Avoid the bullies, you’ve got no extra change

Maybe tomorrow night momma will come home

She left so quick, she even forgot her comb

Please get through high school, my little angel

Avoid those boys who “like a little danger”

I’ve given up, baby, and so should you

Momma’s not coming home anytime soon

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Why should I,

The glowing diamond in the sky,

Be on display for all to see?

They do so little to gratify me.

Those who stare,

Only pretend to care,

From thousands of miles away,

Where they are obliged to stay.

Who guides them?

Who inspires them?

Was it not I who gave them hope?

Was it not I who helped them cope?

I turned their tears to silver,

Held their chin when it would quiver,

But here I hang in the dark,

Unloved by all but a star.

A star millions of miles from me,

Always waiting on the other side of the sea.

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"Fuck You, Old People" — Group Piece at CUPSI 2014

"By the way, you can’t actually pick yourself up by your own bootstraps. That’s now how physics works."


this gives me life….

"Act your fucking age" god damn, this has a good message here.

39 seconds in and I reblogged it

you’ve had knives
of memories stuck
in your head and
they were pulled out
and you are still a
a living organism.
I just want to remind
you that your bones
are construed out of

Two more weeks
Before purgatory ends
Two more weeks
Before the hellish flames
Will begin to scorch
My summer room
Where the doors slam shut
With a “No, you can’t”
And the windows won’t budge
With a “Not that late”
And the walls won’t crumble
With a “Don’t wear that”
Spend the next three months
Paying for the previous nine
But know that for all twelve
I have been trying
I have been trying
I have been trying

Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.

Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.

Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.

Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.

Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”

Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM

Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.

Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”

Because the song Blurred Lines exists

Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it

Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.

Because I owe you nothing

Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.

Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health

Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.

Because the wage gap exists

Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often


Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”

Because I’m writing this fucking piece

I am
beautifully broken.
I was
to shreds
from the
inside out.


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