Feminism Feminism. A definition: the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities Period. You don't have to be anti-men to be pro-women The liberation of any woman is equivalent to the liberation of any man And don't tell me that I'm spreading lies, wrongful words, false definitions of what feminism is Because every man and every woman in this world have the right and the reason to be equal Feminism. A definition: the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities How many times do I have to repeat myself before you believe my definition to be true A man and a woman have no difference between each other but a vagina and a penis We are of the same species We are of the same feelings, the same history Are DNA has been composes in the same way over millions of years and guess what? We are still people Feminism. A definition: the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities Standing for basic human rights depends on both the sees We are not two opposing sets but a spectrum, a single spectrum When we are put together we are still a single species We have the same existence just because one has a sword and the other a sheath Does not mean we are not equal Feminism. A definition: the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities Period.

My Personal Demon Skin luminescent, Cheek bones up high, Eyes like burning charcoal, Fangs open wide Sleep business suit, freshly cleaned Hair luscious, body lean Half human, half.....something Tearing me apart at the seams Male or Female? No one knows Does it matter when it comes to the fear it can impose? Sharply pointed nose And devilish smile Enough to make a heart stop Or corrupt the inner child Demonic, evil Killing with one word Heartless, handsome, intriguing Drawing in the soul to where it goes unheard #title

Race Is The Child Of Racism Race is just a concept, our skin color, hair, color, eye color, body shape, etc. do not matter whatsoever in defining us a people. “Race is the child of racism” if only people understood that when you judge someone as black, brown, yellow, or white that you are placing an internal stigma on them whether you would like to or not. It is in our veins that we do this, it is engrained into our culture. When I describe myself by looks, yes I am white and my friend Odoba is black and my friend Ann’s skin as a yellowish hue but this is as far as color goes. In reality I am a mutt of different cultures, I am a person who is made of many lands and that is what describes me. My friend Odoba is Nigerian, she comes from a different country and she is a person, not “Black”. My friend Ann was born in this country but her parents are from Vietnam. The yellow hue in her skin means nothing more than the fact that she is a person of Vietnamese descent. “Race is the child of racism”. Ethnicity means so much more color is nothing more than describing what you and I look like.

Candles and Coathangers The illumination of a single candle Vanquishes the darkness in her room But the light of a million candles Cannot rid the dark mass from her soul Her bedroom, barely lightened By the single, unscented candle With wick dying and wax melting, disappearing Reminds her of her fading self In the darkened room, barely illuminated By that single, unscented candle She can only see the shadow of the coathanger In her shaking hand And when she blows the single, unscented candle out, Letting the darkness consume her completely She can't see her blood, dripping on the floor Or the coathanger taking her completely

Bleeding Out She's bleeding out screaming in pain, writhing with anger As the crowd surrounds her Stopping, Staring, Silent while this woman, barely a woman, gushes red all over the sidewalk like no one is watching A woman, barely a woman surrounded by Stopped, Staring, Silent citizens So concerned with getting to work on time today That they don't notice the blood