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i read once,
“Adults often forget
what it’s like being young
because they block it out.”

right after that:

Similar to trauma victims.

last summer, when i told that man
old enough to be my father
that i had a boyfriend,
he said “so?”

when I told him i was a minor,
he said “and?”

there are no boundaries anymore,
no barriers.
and don’t tell me
“boys will be boys”
because that doesn’t make it

don’t tell me
I was asking for it
because what I’m really asking for
is for it
to stop.

i wish i was a person
and not numbers on a scale.
i wish i was a human being
and not the cleavage in my tank top.

i wish we would stop hating ourselves.
i wish girls were allowed to say no
and eat every day
and forget to shave their legs.

i wish boys were allowed to cry
and be ballerinas
and speak up
when something hurts.

i wish we thought
we deserved more.

(and don’t tell me
none of this is supposed to bother me

because it does.)

listen. i’m sick.
sick of having to hear honks
and whistles
and “hey, baby!”
and being told
“maybe if you covered up a little more.”

sick of having to see rape stories
all over the news
and being told
“she probably led him on.”

this is not a fault in my brain.
do not trivialize me
because i’m an angry
seventeen year old girl.

do not trivialize me
because you’re afraid to admit
that something
is wrong.

we are seen
for the length of our shorts.
we are seen
for the size of our bras.

nobody can see us
because we’re walking stereotypes.
words invented to hurt us
for the choices we make.

bitch, whore, dyke, prude.
“i’d fuck you straight, girl”
“you should feel lucky
that any guy would touch you.

my body,
my hormones,
and my biochemistry
have been turned against me.

but why
doesn’t anybody notice?

doesn’t anybody care?

if you know what it’s like
to be a kid,
fucking act like it.
don’t tell me
you don’t remember.
don’t tell me
you blocked it all out.
don’t tell me
to ignore it.

how about this?

i’ll ignore it
the moment “yesterday”
becomes “thirty years ago.”

i’m scared, and i’m alone.
sixth grade girls
are giving blowjobs
to boys in my homeroom
just so they can feel wanted
and forty year old women
sell sex tips
that don’t work
because somewhere along the way,
we let sex
define us.

and somewhere along the way,
boys became nothing but animals
and girls became rental spaces
on legs.

when did it become a competition?

why weren’t we warned?
Submitted this a while ago as a journal.
I'm really liking this poetic format.
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xxEmi-AnGeL-chanxx Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hi! I'm from GrammarNaziCritiques and I'll be reviewing your poem today :)

Wow. This was a bold poem. A lot of people would find this hard to put into a readable format, but you did and it was good to read... And harrowing too... Seeing the darkness of our world expressed in verse.

Personally I think your opening quote didnt need to be broken up, simply having the "similar to trauma victims" part might actually be more effective.

I thought the verse where you quoted all the derogatory things that were said especially powerful, accumulating them all made them seem like an assault which I found conveyed your message perfectly.

I also really liked the verse which extended the injustices to the pressures put upon boys, because girls aren't the only ones limited by stereotypical gender roles.

I found there was a bit of a conflict in section six which I didn't quite get. I understood the importance of bringing the parental block back into it, considering how you introduced it in the beginning, but I feel that the whole "don't tell me to forget... I'll forget in 30 years" bit wasn't adding too it's strength. I think if it was more of a plea for them to remember it could add to the "why weren't we warned?" Line.

Talking of which I loved that bit. Very well done.

Finally, please bear in mind that all of the above is solely my opinion. I aim to highlight aspects you may not have considered yourself but don't take my suggestions as compulsory. Ultimately it comes down to whether you are completely satisfied with this poem.
catchaotica Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I really like a lot about this poem, it comes across as very raw and the lack of capitalization really adds to that. Well done, and well said.
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2014   Writer
Thank you! :D
PatternVSUser Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It seems the 'sexual revolution' made us more confused than free.

What an accurate description of this confusion. I'm a guy and I see myself in this poem, I see this confusion and distress around me.

"i wish boys were allowed to cry
and be ballerinas
and speak up
when something hurts."

Sadly, that doesn't make for attractive guys.

I love your stuff, really.
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2013   Writer
I don't know why you saw confusion here. :? There's only anger in this poem.

Firstly, that's not universally true. Personally I am absolutely attracted to guys who are willing to express their emotions, who don't grit their jaws and bite their tongues when they're in pain. And secondly, even if it were true, it doesn't matter what makes for an attractive guy. A person's life shouldn't be centered around being attractive. It's centered around being happy and being free and being allowed to do as they wish.
PatternVSUser Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Confusion because we're trapped between just wanting to satisfy our sexual needs, and between feeling as if we don't fuck 1000 people we're doing something wrong.

My experience tells me sensitive guys make for good shoulders to cry on sometimes, but that's it.
BlackQuartz Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Ohmygod, thank you. Thank you for understanding how I feel, because I go to a girls school and the amount of shit we get for being 'slutty whores' is unbelievable. And I've never worn anything shorter than three quarter length trousers and yet I'm judged because people are goddamnit my fingers are shaking and I can't even write properly I'll try again.

If only you could see my face, you'd probably laugh. God, your work makes me so pathetic inside.

I'm so sorry that I can't give you the praise you deserve, but my god, all I can say is thank you. Thank you for trying to let everybody know what's wrong with the world, because I'm horribly weak to do it myself and to know that somebody out there is trying too makes me feel that much better. Thanks, man.

(Proof of how much your words mean -- I showed this to my brother and I heard him crying in his room, after I left.)
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2013   Writer
I'm really sorry. :cries: I don't mean to make you feel pathetic. I swear.
You're most welcome. :heart: Though I'm still sorry for your pain. It's not something anybody should have to endure.
i-lie Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2013
YES.  I am speechless except for a yelling cheer going off in my head.
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2013   Writer
Thanks! :w00t!:
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