Posts tagged "POETRY"

There was a study done where they got a man to harass a woman in the park
and then they did it the other way around.
Several stopped the man but they let the woman slap and scream
and yank his hair.
They asked a professional who concluded that compared to men,
women aren’t seen as enough to be a threat.

My friend’s principal from three years ago
took his kids and ran
because he kept showing up to work
with bruises put there weekly by his loving wife
and everyone told him to take it like a man.

Last week I listened as a guy laughed off the idea
that a woman could violate him
and I thought of an interview on a news show
where they showed a boy who flinched inwards
every time a girl touched him
because of the exact reason the guy laughed off.

When compared to men,
Women aren’t seen as a threat
so men feel free to take whatever they like.

Women aren’t seen as a threat
so no one takes men seriously
when a woman
breaks them open.

– 'When a Girl Slaps a Guy on a Sitcom It's Hilarious: Why Guys Need Feminism,' theappleppielifestyle. 


A collection of some of my favorite Slam and Spoken Word Poetry!!you should watch all of them they’re fucking amazing and will send shivers down ur spine

Static Electricity - Neil Hilborn “Kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding at my face at .5 miles an hour.”

OCD - Neil Hilborn “Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t — I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.”

10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy - Rachel Wiley “I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says, ‘No. You are so much more’, and kisses me hard.”

Friend Zone - Dylan Garity ”You put in your hours as a nice guy and sex is just a living wage but sex is not a transaction. Sex is not a handshake to seal some deal. That girl did not owe me anything.”

Boyfriend Material - Simone Stolzoff “I don’t treat women like objects, I treat women like the ocean treats the shore. And I know those are both objects, but they’re really beautiful, poetic objects cuz’ I’m boyfriend material!”  ((this is satire so treat it as such))

When God Happens - Mike Rosen “That day had no black or white, cuz’ under that rubble, everyone was grey. Under that rubble, there was no red, white, or blue. Under that rubble there was just grey.”

To JK Rowling, from Cho Chang - Rachel Rostad “Last summer, I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows.  He had his father’s blue eyes.
He’d press his wrist against mine and say he was too pale. That my skin was so much more beautiful. To him, I was Pacific sunset, almond milk, a porcelain cup. When he left me, I told myself I should have seen it coming. I wasn’t sure I was sad but I cried anyway. Girls who look like me are supposed to cry over boys who look like him. I’d seen all the movies and read all the books. We were just following the plot. (additional video clears up some confusion/controversy)

Wicked Women - Anny Miner “I still accepted the boy’s fists as if each were a rose and I was a garden in need of some color.  When he broke into my house I spoke quietly as to not trespass on his temper afraid that one more rose would tip the bouquet and spill them all across my face.”

Shrinking Women - Lily Myers “I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking, making space for the entrance of men into their lives not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.”

Dear Straight People - Denice Frohman “Dear queer young girl, I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to ‘him’ instead of ‘her.’”

Civil Rights - Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder “ My bones are genetically thickened due to the brutality my ancestors bore.” (definitely one of my favorites i STRONGLY RECOMMEND IT ITS SO GOOD)

Is “B” for Books or Boobs? BOTH. - BNV 2013 Finals Round 4 “I will suck every women’s stereotype out of your throat.” (this didn’t have an official title but i thought the title i chose was definitely fitting)

Dear Dirty Hipsters - BNV Finals: Philadelphia Round 2 “When you call them on it, they say ‘I don’t see color. Oh my God, I didn’t even know you were black until just now.’ What you ment to say was, ‘Oh, I’m choosing to deny your personal identity and heritage in order to make me feel more comfortable.’” (again this one didn’t have an official title also they fuckin killed it go watch it)

White Privilege - BNV 2013 Finals Round 2: Albuquerque “When was the last time white men fought for their equality. You are the standard, the base line, the core of our curriculum; you are the white noise that every frequency in America is dialed to. Check your history books; the last time white men created something inclusive, genocide took off its shoes and got comfortable.”

Isis - Anny Miner “I had accepted I would never be safe in a relationship, that something about my heart was too forgiving, too soft and easy for a man to form a fist around, but maybe this was a borrowed saying, because there he was, skipping stones in the Mississippi reminding me how water needs the moon and as I watched I thought of the Nile, wondering how many times I would jump off his surface before sinking in. “

Social Anxiety at 130 BPM - Aaron Burstein “A good time is the most honest thing in the universe, so why do I feel like the only liar here?”

Anxiety Group - Catalina Ferro “Give me these weak-kneed, jumpy ass, too much saliva, break out in hives, awkward stomach, hair falling out, chewing lips, restless leg pounding, hard bastards any day of the week. These people who fight through every day like fucking gladiators, who fight demons worse than you and I could dream of just because they want so badly to live.”

"You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick."

— Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion. 

One of the best articles I’ve read all year. Here’s the link

(via katyuno)



Trailer for The Real Americans, a one-man show by Dan Hoyle.

I saw it last spring at the Marsh in San Francisco, and I suddenly have a need to see it again. The trailer makes it look like a comedy, and it is hilarious, but it’s also one of the most moving and eye-opening works of art to which I have ever had the honor of being an audience member. America is such an enormous and diverse country that probably very few Americans know what the fuck America is, but I learned so much from this play, and I cannot recommend it enough.

Unfortunately, it isn’t showing right now, and I don’t know when it will be back, so I’m just going to reread the 39 messages I sent to Meng after I watched the show so that I can remember how great it is.

"Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out."
Un lenguaje universal


“La matemática es un lenguaje universal” me dijo mi papá.
números no conocen la discriminación” me dijo mi mamá.

I was four, getting ready for kindergarten & numbers.

My parents:
       They tried to warn me about my language.
                  tried to tell me that sooner than later,
                  someone would come along and tell me:
                       ”Hablas el 
español como pocha” &
                       ”You speak english with an accent”
       They tried to warn me that my language would not be good enough.

At four, I was thrown into English,
       a foreign language.
Teachers told me:
       ”Spanish, little one, it won’t get you far.
         You need to learn English.
         The educated speak English.”

They did whatever they could to take my native tongue from me
and back then,
        I was grateful.
               Grateful that they were teaching me something my parents couldn’t
               Grateful that they changed the Ll to Y in Yesenia
               Grateful that they were leading me into the world of English.

        Now, I resent them.
               Resent them for telling me my language wasn’t beautiful
                                          for telling me that my language was shit
                                                       and for the “underdeveloped”

Ahora, ves a los gringos hablando 
        and they are cultured.
                cultured & bilingual.
        I was bilingual.
        Now, I’m a derivation of both.

See, I don’t speak Spanish.
Y tampoco hablo el inglés.
I speak a bastardization of both.

“Math is a universal language” said my dad.
“Numbers don’t know discrimination” said my mom.