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
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.
"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
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
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