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Writer of Bad Poetry

A collection of musings and pretty things.
Jun 19 '14

writing-nook:

I wish I had even a third of the way with words Andrea Gibson possesses. 

My favourite work.

Still
there are days
when there is no way
not even a chance
that I dare for even a second glance at the reflection of my body in the mirror and she knows why
like I know why she only cries when she feels she’s about to loose control
she knows how much control is worth
knows how much a woman can loose when her power to move
is take away
by a grip so thick with hate it could
clip the wings of god
send the next eight generations of your blood shaking
and tonight something inside me is breaking
my heart beating so deep beneath the sheets of pain 
I could give every tear she’s crying a name
a year
and a face I’d forever erase if I could just like she would
for you
or me
but how free would any of us be if even a few forgot what too many women in this world cannot
and what the hell would you tell your daughter?
your someday-daughter when you have to hold her beautiful face to the beat-up face of this place that hasn’t learned the meaning of STOP
stop
what would you tell you daughter
of the womb raped empty?
the eyes swollen shut, the gut too frightened to hold food, it was seven minutes of the worst kind of hell
seven
and she stopped believing in heaven
mistrust became her law, fear her bible, the only chance of survival
don’t trust any of them
bolt the doors to your home, iron-gate the windows, walking to the car alone, get the key in the lock like
please
please, please, please open
like already she can feel the five-fingered noose around her neck, two-hundred pounds of hate digging graves into the sacred soil of her flesh
please
please, please, please, please open
already she can hear the broken-record of the defense:
"answer the question, answer the question, answer the question miss"
why am I on trial for this?
would you talk to your mother, your daughter, your sister like this?
I am generations of mothers, daughters, sisters
bodies battlefields, war zones beneath the weapons of your brothers’ hands
do you know they’ve found land mines in broken women’s souls?
black holes in the parts of their hearts that once sang symphonies of creation as bright as the light on infinity’s halo?
she said, I remember how love used to glow like glitter on my skin before he made his way in, now every touch feels like a sin that could crucify medusa
kali oshun, mary,
bury me in a blue blanket so god doesn’t know I’m a girl
cut off my curls
I want peace when I’m dead

her friend knocks at the door, it’s been three weeks, don’t you think it’s time you got out of bed? no.
the ceiling fan still feeling like his breath, I think I need just a few more days of rest
bruises on her knees from begging to forget
she’s heard stories of vietnam vets who can still feel the tingling of their amputated limbs
she’s wondering how many women are walking around this world still feeling the tingling of their amputated wings, remembering what it was to fly, to sing
tonight
she’s not wondering what she would tell her daughter
she knows what she would tell her daughter, she’d ask her what gods do you believe in?
I’ll build you temple of mirrors so you can see them
pick the brightest star you ever wished on and I’ll show the light in you that made that wish come true
tonight
she’s not asking what you would tell your daughter, she’s life deep in the hell
the slaughter
has already died a thousand deaths with every unsteady breath
a thousand graves in every pore of her flesh
and she knows the war’s not over
she knows there’s bleeding to come

knows she’s far from the only woman or girl trusting this world no more than the hands trust rusted barbed wire
she was whole before that night
believed in heaven before that night 

and she knows she won’t be the only one 
no she knows she won’t be the only one

she’s not asking 
what you’re gonna tell your daughter, she’s asking what
you’re gonna teach 
youre son.

Jun 13 '14
"

Still there are days when there is no way,
not even a chance,
that I’d dare for even a second
glance at the reflection of my body in the mirror
and she knows why.

Like I know why she only cries
when she feels she’s about to lose control.
She knows how much control is worth,
knows how much a woman can lose when her power to move
is taken away

by a grip so thick with hate
it could clip the wings of Isis,
leave the next eight generations of your blood shaking.

And tonight
something inside me is breaking,

my heart beating so deep beneath the sheets of her pain
I could give every tear she’s crying a year, a name,
and a face I would forever erase from her mind if I could.

But how much closer to free would any of us be
if even a few forgot
what too many women in this world cannot.
And I’m thinking ‘What the hell would you tell your daughter?’
Your someday daughter
when you have to hold her beautiful face
to the beat-up face of this place
that hasn’t learned the meaning of
STOP.

what would you tell you daughter of the womb raped empty,
the eyes swollen shut,
the gut too frightened to hold food
the thousands upon thousands of bodies used.

It was seven minutes of the worst kind of hell.
Seven.
And she stopped believing in heaven.

distrust became her law,
fear her bible,
the only chance of survival…
don’t trust any of them.

Bolt the doors to your home,
iron-gate the windows,
walking to the car alone
get the key in the lock like
please please please please open
like already she can feel
the five-fingered noose around your neck
two-hundred pounds of hatred
digging graves into the sacred soil of your flesh
please please please please open
already you’re choking for your breath
listening for the broken-record of the defense,
‘Answer the question,
Answer the question.
Answer the question, miss!’

Why am I on trial for this?
Would you talk to your daughter,
your sister, your mother like this?
I am generations of daughters, sisters, mothers,
our bodies battlefields, war grounds
beneath the weapons of your brothers’ hands.

Do you know they’ve found land mines
in broken women’s souls?
Black holes in the parts of their hearts
that once sang symphonies of creation
bright as the light on infinity’s halo.

She said, ‘I remember how love
used to glow like glitter on my skin
before he made his way in
Now every touch feels like a sin
that could crucify Medusa, Kali Oshun, Mary,
bury me in a blue blanket so their god doesn’t know I’m a girl,
cut off my curls,
I want peace when I’m dead.’
Her friend knocks at the door,
‘It’s been three weeks,
don’t you think it’s time you got out of bed?’
‘No. The ceiling fan still feeling like his breath,
I think I need just a couple more days of rest, please.’

Bruises on her knees from praying to forget.
She’s heard stories of Vietnam vets
who can still feel the tingling of their amputated limbs.
She’s wondering how many women are walking around this world
feeling the tingling of their amputated wings,
remembering what it was to fly, to sing.

Tonight she’s not wondering
what she would tell her daughter.
She knows what she would tell her daughter.
She’d ask her ‘What gods do you believe in?
I’ll build you temple of mirrors so you can see them.
Pick the brightest star you ever wished on.
I’ll show the light in you
that made that wish come true…’

Tonight she’s not asking what you would tell your daughter.
She’s life deep in the hell, the slaughter,
has already died a thousand deaths with every unsteady breath,
a thousand graves in every pore of her flesh
and she knows the war’s not over,
she knows there’s bleeding to come
knows she’s far from the only woman or girl
trusting this world no more than the hands
trust rusted barbed wire.

She was whole before that night.
Believed in heaven before that night,
and she knows she’s not only one.
She knows she won’t be the only one.
She’s not asking what you’re gonna tell your daughter.
She’s asking what you’re going to teach
your son.

"
Andrea Gibson - Blue Blanket (via the-attic-to-the-left)
Jun 10 '14
Apparently it takes five policemen to surround and subdue a totally compliant woman with no warrant or record (you could hear the radio) for riding the train without a ticket. She was a pretty black girl, maybe 5’4”. She was completely polite and admitted right away she didn’t have her ticket. Policeman asked her to get off the next stop to purchase a ticket and when she did, these 5 big guys surrounded abd handcuffed her. That’s some fine police work there, boys.

Apparently it takes five policemen to surround and subdue a totally compliant woman with no warrant or record (you could hear the radio) for riding the train without a ticket. She was a pretty black girl, maybe 5’4”. She was completely polite and admitted right away she didn’t have her ticket. Policeman asked her to get off the next stop to purchase a ticket and when she did, these 5 big guys surrounded abd handcuffed her. That’s some fine police work there, boys.

May 23 '14

progenyofpenitence:

genderpizzapalace:

this white boy is wearing a polyester shirt, cargo shorts, flip flops, puka shells, and a mother fucking fedora.

FLAMING heterosexuals make me so uncomfortable.I mean,I get that they’re straight, and that’s fine, but do they have to rub it in our faces?

(Source: cosbysweaterparty)

May 15 '14
misandry-mermaid:


I was scrolling through Facebook today, and found this picture on my feed and the comments absolutely disgusted me from the second I read them, and this isn’t even the worst part. If you went even further through there were hundreds and hundreds of comments saying things like “women shouldn’t have abs!” or “no woman should have more muscle than her man!”
This is why feminism is still needed, because there is still that image of what a woman should and shouldn’t look like, and that it has to be decided by men.
[submitted by erin]

If a woman is strong it means she’s unsexy or masculine.
But if women are weak or frail they get mocked for being weak and frail.
WHICH IS IT, DUDEBROS??
Just kidding I don’t give a fuck what you think.
(I think these dudes are jealous or threatened that this woman could kick their asses with one hand first thing in the morning without spilling her mimosa)

misandry-mermaid:

I was scrolling through Facebook today, and found this picture on my feed and the comments absolutely disgusted me from the second I read them, and this isn’t even the worst part. If you went even further through there were hundreds and hundreds of comments saying things like “women shouldn’t have abs!” or “no woman should have more muscle than her man!”

This is why feminism is still needed, because there is still that image of what a woman should and shouldn’t look like, and that it has to be decided by men.

[submitted by erin]

If a woman is strong it means she’s unsexy or masculine.

But if women are weak or frail they get mocked for being weak and frail.

WHICH IS IT, DUDEBROS??

Just kidding I don’t give a fuck what you think.

(I think these dudes are jealous or threatened that this woman could kick their asses with one hand first thing in the morning without spilling her mimosa)

May 14 '14

beingjust-namara:

The blog called ‘raceplayer’ is the most disgusting shit ever. But then again, a lot of these asians like being fetishized. I don’t see anything cute about racist ass shit like that.

I really hope that last part was sarcastic :/

May 14 '14
"If, following a search made on the basis of a person’s name, the list of results displays a link to a web page which contains information on the person in question, that data subject may approach the operator directly."

In Europe, if you don’t like the results when you Google yourself, Google has to take it down (via policymic)

Does this include sex offender registration?

(via writerofbadpoetry)

Should it? I’ve been thinking a lot about this case because something just doesn’t sit right with me. I understand the logic behind the “victim’s” thinking, but at the same time the Google search is like any other — all it does is scour the publicly available information on the internet and present it to the inquirer. If you google yourself and don’t like the results, is not the onus on the user to remove any and all information available?

At issue in this case was a public record of this guy’s house being sold after he failed to pay his taxes (my anti-tax viewpoint notwithstanding). The man argued that he was embarrassed by this information being available to anyone who googled his name.

"Data belongs to the individual, not to the company," EU Commissioner Viviane Reding said. “Unless there is a good reason to retain this data, an individual should be empowered — by law — to request erasure of this data.”

But search engines are [rightfully] concerned this amounts to censoring information that is legally and freely available online. It isn’t just private individuals who ask Google to take down information, it’s governments too — at an alarming rate.

"This is a disappointing ruling for search engines and online publishers in general," Google said in a statement.

Why this is important: The ruling seriously bolsters the often-contested “right to be forgotten.”

So back to the sex offender question: the man in this case was permitted to request Google take down information pertaining to his past offensive conduct (i.e., not paying his taxes); would that permission extend to registries designed to keep others informed? On it’s face, I don’t think so. Supposedly, being on such a list is for the benefit of everyone else. To put people on notice that you have a history of violating peoples’ consent and personal space.

(via priceofliberty)

Yes, it is. If you have committed rape (and how dare you put “victim” in quotes), then yes, people deserve to be aware and make an informed decision whether or not to spend time in places with you. Not all sex offenders are registered- only those who are considered predatory after doing multiple evaluations. The person who abused me as a preteen, for instance, also abused another teenager and was working as a middle school special ed instructor when she turned him in. He was deemed predatory and is now registered. His embarrassment is worth potentially not ruining another child’s life

(Source: micdotcom)

May 14 '14
"If, following a search made on the basis of a person’s name, the list of results displays a link to a web page which contains information on the person in question, that data subject may approach the operator directly."
May 13 '14

The Best of 2013 - 1 quote (1/1) x  x

May 9 '14

championcoolbreeze:

obfuscatingdeity:

the thing to realize here is that conservatives find the idea of paying workers a livable wage so absurd that they make hyperbolic comparisons like this

because fifteen dollars and hour and a hundred thousand dollars an hour both mean the same thing to them; more than you deserve

^That commentary is very important.

(Source: -teesa-)

May 8 '14

I want to marry her.

(Source: kittyypryde)

May 7 '14
ewanmcgregorspenis:

zimpirate:

bigbigbigday006:

strangelyobsessedwithstuff:

void-the-sinner:

spoiledbabe:

hazelandglasz:

durnesque-esque:

thehippiejew:

extrafeisty:

jaycubs:


A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification. article here

i’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.

WHAT!?

gross gross gross gross gross

Good morning disgusting. Remember ladies:
 “No space, leave the place” (fingernail test)
A two way mirror must be set INTO the wall, not placed on top of it.
If you rap/knock against the mirror, one installed onto a wall (a normal mirror) will make a dull sound, because there’s something behind it. A two-way will have more reverberation.
Use the flashlight on your phone to shine on the mirror, if it’s a two-way, you’ll be able to see into the other room.
You can also shield your eyes and see in if you lean up against the glass.
The room being viewed will have to be brightly lit (10x brighter than the room looking in), so if you’re in a typical dimly lit club bathroom, you’re ok.

boosting the fuck out of this

They have this in Continental Midtown in Philly, it’s fucking creepy and not cool at all

the most obvious solution i can think of is to break that motherfucker. what are they going to do? sue you for breaking something they shouldnt have had?

That’s fucking disgusting.

Hey, fellas. You ever feel like you have to check if you’re standing in front of a two-way mirror? Women do.

This needs to be known

heads up: the fingernail test is not the best way to check for a two-way mirror
http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/mirror.asp
all the other advice is good though. if you find a two-way mirror in a bathroom just smash it and run. fuck the patriarchy.

Wait, we have these in several clubs in Portland but they go both directions and it’s AWESOME.  You can’t actually see what people are doing in the stalla, but you do get to catch them picking their nose or trying to male their pants bulge look bigger…

ewanmcgregorspenis:

zimpirate:

bigbigbigday006:

strangelyobsessedwithstuff:

void-the-sinner:

spoiledbabe:

hazelandglasz:

durnesque-esque:

thehippiejew:

extrafeisty:

jaycubs:

A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification.
article here

i’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.

WHAT!?

gross gross gross gross gross

Good morning disgusting.

Remember ladies:

  • “No space, leave the place” (fingernail test)
  • A two way mirror must be set INTO the wall, not placed on top of it.
  • If you rap/knock against the mirror, one installed onto a wall (a normal mirror) will make a dull sound, because there’s something behind it. A two-way will have more reverberation.
  • Use the flashlight on your phone to shine on the mirror, if it’s a two-way, you’ll be able to see into the other room.
  • You can also shield your eyes and see in if you lean up against the glass.
  • The room being viewed will have to be brightly lit (10x brighter than the room looking in), so if you’re in a typical dimly lit club bathroom, you’re ok.

boosting the fuck out of this

They have this in Continental Midtown in Philly, it’s fucking creepy and not cool at all

the most obvious solution i can think of is to break that motherfucker. what are they going to do? sue you for breaking something they shouldnt have had?

That’s fucking disgusting.

Hey, fellas. You ever feel like you have to check if you’re standing in front of a two-way mirror? Women do.

This needs to be known

heads up: the fingernail test is not the best way to check for a two-way mirror

http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/mirror.asp

all the other advice is good though. if you find a two-way mirror in a bathroom just smash it and run. fuck the patriarchy.

Wait, we have these in several clubs in Portland but they go both directions and it’s AWESOME. You can’t actually see what people are doing in the stalla, but you do get to catch them picking their nose or trying to male their pants bulge look bigger…

May 7 '14

iamablasphemousgirl:

friendzonked:

don’t sexualise things meant for children like i dont care if you think i’m kink shaming you it’s gross don’t do it

Good lord. THANK YOU. <3

Coughcough bronies cough

May 6 '14
nativeamericannews:

ICT interview with Christina Fallin about cultural appropriation
In an interview with Indian Country Today, Christina Fallin, the daughter of Oklahoma Gov. Mary Fallin (R), reveals she didn’t know the meaning of “cultural appropriation” when she donned a fake headdress and put the picture on Instagram: 

Whether you know the formal name or not, you know you&#8217;re wearing someone else&#8217;s religious symbol and that&#8217;s just downright disrespectful.   I guess at least she&#8217;s admitting to ignorance?

nativeamericannews:

ICT interview with Christina Fallin about cultural appropriation

In an interview with Indian Country Today, Christina Fallin, the daughter of Oklahoma Gov. Mary Fallin (R), reveals she didn’t know the meaning of “cultural appropriation” when she donned a fake headdress and put the picture on Instagram:

Whether you know the formal name or not, you know you’re wearing someone else’s religious symbol and that’s just downright disrespectful. I guess at least she’s admitting to ignorance?

May 2 '14
"In San Francisco last year, a man stabbed a woman in the face and arm after she didn’t respond positively to his sexually harassing her on the street.

In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request.

In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus.

Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her.

In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her.

In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend.

Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice.

FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more."