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Release Your Feminism As A Single
Art is ludicrous. Art is loud. Art is your heart, finding flight, glowing and gliding, colliding with the limits you live by, growing and shining, until your heart casts a shadow, that leaves you so sure, that the whole world could be yours, if you wanted it. Yes, Art is loud, ludicrous, life changing, heartbreaking,…
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Smothered
You talk to me, like I’ve been lobotomised, like the way that I’ve been traumatised, means I love to be patronised. Maybe I don’t mind, maybe I like watching you do everything you think I want you to do, as if you know the rules. I watch you, without a single cue, you cut up my…
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New Visual Poem – The Never Ending Sacrifice
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Needs
There is nothing wrong with him. Not in the sense that society expects. He has a good job, working with the hands that he’s obsessed with, (he always seems to talk about them, and their alleged talents), he’s got his driving licence, a real one, not one of the little plastic ones, from Legoland. Yes,…
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Stick To Your Colouring Books, Dickhead
These boys, posting parchment on the ‘gram, trying to teach girls how to behave, calling out for some class, but talking like they never graduated. Crying about how every girl, wants to be Kylie Jenner. Crying about how girls won’t cover up, and by cover up, he means shut up. These boys, posting parchment on…
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