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A social justice poem.
By Blaine Arcade
This is the conclusion to my scifi story that takes place in the red light district of the future internet.
By Blaine Arcade
Soria must dive into the depths of digitized humanity to save an innocent life. Along the way you'll see how she became so deadly... and why her face is censored. (Image via wikimedia commons, uploaded by JustinC)
I would like to make something very clear. As a female I am NOT a feminist. At least not in the trashy, fat, hateful, pentasexual, nasty, awful, black-souled, lazy kind of way. Those people are just looking to cause trouble. I have been appalled by the "feminists" that harassed Dr. Matt Taylor...
By Honeybee Lilico
Sometimes I get angry about Feminism and then a poem happens.
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
The Authentic Self is never realized in most young girls due to gender oppression in the family and society, including schools. The real self of the girl is often gone, vanished in the air, rarely to return.
Stella lived a normal life till she made a heinous mistake, read to find out who she was and what she did and what led her to taking a new path in life.
This is a spoken word poem, meant to be performed. I hope reading it can do some good too. Enjoy.
This is my take on a social problem that isn't really discussed that much. I am well aware that though times have change, women are still fighting for equality. But, I think sexism doesn't only neglect women, it also neglects men. One example of this is domestic violence against a men. Every...
By Elton Camp
Antiquated views on gender roles
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A very basic poem, one of the quickest I ever wrote. Please let me know what you guys think!
By Hanna Anaz
This is a bit angrier than the poems I generally write, but I've heard many sexist words before and this poem encapsulates my thought's. Hope you enjoy it and please leave comments. Thanks.
One night a woman in stockinged feet runs to Louise's grandmothers door.
just some random thoughts on femininity and the image.
I wrote this after an assembly about prejudice and discrimination