Being Female kinda stinks
Being female kinda stinks for a lot of reasons.
1) We get paid less
3) People expect more
4) We’re written off as overly emotional if we so much as state our opinions
5) Speaking of our opinions, people have a hard time wanting to hear them
7) There are people in the world who will read this and think I’m an idiotic FemiNazi.
I was assigned female at birth and I identify as female but it kind of stinks.
Y’all! don’t “like” this one it’s just an announcement
So I'm asking for these entries cause I like to sing and I was thinking I could record myself singing all of the entries and maybe get you guys a link so you can hear your songs but it's all very tentative and it's just a maybe so just have fun writing your songs :)!!
"You keep on expecting all this great stuff from me, mother, but I'm just me! You can't expect anything more than that! I don't care what my brothers did! Can't you just let me be me?" She finally admits to her mother, solemnly stating the truth she has hidden for years that she has been to afraid to speak.
"I always knew you had a crush on her. I just held out hope that you would return to me. But you broke my heart. So, I'm sorry. Sorry I ever trusted you." She silently texts to the boy that broke her heart, finally being brave enough to speak her mind.
"I don't care that you think I'm pretty. It doesn't matter that I know it's not true. It matters that you're teaching young girls that appearances are the only thing that matter." She blurts out one day, at last letting people know her thoughts.
You see, the opposite of me is someone who speaks their thoughts without regard for what people will think. I am a coward. But I will be cowardly no more. One day, alas, I will speak.
I'm like positive I spelled that wrong, but their challenges are just too intriguing to pass up on. Im pretty sure I've entered in all of them, and each one spurs some fantastic writing!
Write the world
There's a website a whole lot like Prose called Write The World. I use both. The site has monthly writing competitions where you can win $100 for first and $50 for second. You can publish stuff and get peer reviews. its a lot of fun and I hope y'all like it
Blue and Yellow
The sky used to be blue, they say. Needless to say, now it's... not.
The sky is yellow from decades of smog and pollution, much of which was there before I was even born.
Mami used to sing a song—
Blue Skies, Skies of blue,
Look there with me,
look there with you,
Can you see?
The yellow skies too?
All We can see is Yellow and blue.
What I would give to hear her sing it again...
Mami is gone, and all we can see is Yellow too.
When we met.
Thats who I have to thank for my best friend.
Picture this: lil' pale blonde girl steps into the doorway of a colorful Pre-k classroom, filled with screaming kids and friends.
She doesn't pay attention as the teacher explains all that she's missed the first three days of school.
She glanced around the room, her eyes flitting from one person to the next.
A little boy yanks a toy truck off a shelf, shouting at his friends.
Another child makes little noises at the class guinea pig, his friend next to him laughing, doing the Same.
A girl bossily instructs another on the proper way to swaddle a babydoll.
A little boy with blonde hair chases a girl around the classroom, both giggling uncontrollably.
Her eyes finally settle on one girl in particular. She's sitting alone at a table, a mound of play-dog shaped like a bunny rabbit in her hands, her curly auburn hair hanging in her face, her hazel eyes trained attentively on her creation.
The little girl who has missed many friendships formed has found maybe the last child without a friend. She has heard from her brothers many times about the dangers of not finding a friend by the first week. She confidently strutted over to the lonely girl, hunched over the table. She plops herself down and with the tone of the confidence of a thousand queens, she states, "I'm Alli. Are we best friends now?"
I trudged through the school's hallways. It was way to earky for this.
How had I ended up in the situation, alone in my old middle school at four in the morning?
Great question. See, I don't know the answer.
They told me to. I was fine with it. Now it seems like less of a good idea.
You see, my little brother has this guy who is constantly picking on him. Like, full on abusing the poor kid.
I was going to get him back.
I regret telling my friends.
They persuaded me. Now here I am, a bag full of all sorts of stuff hanging on my shoulder.
The door's unlocked. Jaime made sure of that. Clarissa's job was the alarm system. Mai's job was stalling the principal, who insisted on showing up three hours early at this ungodly hour for no reason. James had been chosen to create a large distraction. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for, but Louis should send a signal when it's time to go in. Any second, any second.
The school bell goes off. God, that alarm brings back painful memories
That's gotta be the signal, just has to be. I carefully shove open the door, trying not to make a sound.
Just a few short hours later, I'm arriving to my own school day, more tired and dead than the average high school student.
My phone lets out the little PING! sound.
Glancing down, I see a text from my brother.
"You'll never guess what happened this morning..."
the farmer had a dog named bingo.
butter finger tootsie roll
icey icey Oreo
he stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni
shush hon that's how it goes
How id change the world
Stop racism, sexism, prejudice, homophobia, transphobia, people who discourage other people or put them down, and people who hurt children, mentally or physically.