To those left unheard.
Your voice is strong.
You will find it.
I will hear you.
To those shoved aside.
Your body is invincible.
They cannot take what you do.
I will stand by your side.
To those they pretend are not worthy.
Your worth is yours.
Catcalls mean nothing.
We will be worthy together.
To those who’s bodies are no longer their own.
You will take back what is yours.
They have not the power you do.
We will take it back together.
For the injustice they create.
For the abortion clinics protested.
For the boys “just being boys”
For the women and girls expected to take it.
They will hear us.
We will go on.
This poem was inspired by the following prompt and a poem written by my friend Sarah that she showed me this morning about the Women’s March.
I have to admit to hesitating posting this, politics are not my thing and I’m not looking for hate. But if I can’t use this platform to express myself, then I might as well shut it down now.
I have to make this because I think this is the best how-we-became-a-couple story ever.
“Anyways. After I cock blocked him, I ran to my room, embarrassed that I did that. It was out of pure jealousy, and I didn’t even realize I liked him that way until I saw his hands on some other girl’s ass. I threw myself on my bed and started crying. A few minutes later, he walked into my room and asked me if I was okay. I rolled over and yelled, ‘I like you, you stupid fuck-face!'” “And the rest is history…” It Ends With Us, Colleen Hoover
Do not press continue reading unless you are prepared for a much more major spoiler to the plot and focus of It Ends With Us. You’ve been warned. Continue reading “Book Quotes and Scenes”
A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong—but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents…
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
Quick explanation. So I have a math assessment to do for IB right now and I chose to study the times tables in ways I don’t feel like explaining. This meant I was testing my classmates privately and timing them.
My close friend Roxanne was doing the test. Roxanne’s first language is french and she uses a technique in french while doing the times tables. That meant she was mumbling numbers under her breath in french while trying to go as fast as possible at the same time. Now that’s funny enough. Either way, I know french so I was slightly following along, noting the technique and how it works. Then suddenly in the most vicious and angry voice “Motherfucker!”
And because it’s a test I have to be quiet while timing her. So now I’m sitting there trying not to laugh and just ended up laughing my ass off for a good five minutes once she was finished.
I don’t know if I explained it well, but peoples, just picture it in your head. This petite adorable Roxanne sitting in front of me mumbling in french then suddenly, BOOM. Motherfucker. And she just continues. Mumbles in french again.
This was not the book I expected to put here I have got to admit.
I began reading this initially as a challenge to take a deeper look at some non-fiction. Never finished it because I am far too distractible. Low and behold, this semester for english, it was one of the books we were going to be reading. In fact I just finished writing my in-class essay about it today. Talk about painful.
Either way. I have to admit. I did not like the book all that much after finishing it. I don’t know why, most likely because it’s an autobiography and fiction is much more my way in terms of books. But…then class time came around and thankfully there’s a pretty great group put together for that class. We’re IB so we tend to put effort in. So when it came down to it, the discussions we had were what made this into a much more profound book. It was as though the first read through I was only scratching the surface. This was definitely a book that required a lot more critical thinking than I otherwise use. Beyond a doubt, that’s necessary to have and be able to do.
So when it comes down to it. I shared a lot of the same ideas with Angelou in this book, and the journey of her childhood was depicted wonderfully by her and I will remember the messages she reveals to the reader for a long time to come.
Just what ever you do, don’t get me started on how some schools ban this book. Because holy fucked up is all I can say without going on a rant about it. That post may come, you never know.
Anyways, that’s this Friday’s favourite!
Have you read this book already? Was it something you enjoyed or not so much? Share your thoughts!
Until next time,
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Unknown
Winning what you want may cost you everything you love…
As a general’s daughter in a vast empire that revels in war and enslaves those it conquers, seventeen-year-old Kestrel has two choices: she can join the military or get married. But Kestrel has other intentions.
One day, she is startled to find a kindred spirit in a young slave up for auction. Arin’s eyes seem to defy everything and everyone. Following her instinct, Kestrel buys him—with unexpected consequences. It’s not long before she has to hide her growing love for Arin.
But he, too, has a secret, and Kestrel quickly learns that the price she paid for a fellow human is much higher than she ever could have imagined.
Set in a richly imagined new world, The Winner’s Curse by Marie Rutkoski is a story of deadly games where everything is at stake, and the gamble is whether you will keep your head or lose your heart.
“Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.” – Les Brown
A post to speak wonders and something I aspire to as I begin to make the trek into adulthood.
I’ve always known I was different. My earliest memories of playing outside as a child didn’t have me on the playground but running barefoot through the woods on the property behind our house or jumping recklessly into the ocean off of the long pier at our local beach. I never wanted to come inside and felt truly alive when the street lights would come on and I was pushing the envelope of my curfew; you know back in the day when street lights where the gold standard for telling time.
I howled like a wolf at the moon and was convinced that the wind whispered to me. It seemed that when everyone else was eager to get home in time for dinner, I was the dirty footed little girl who would wait just on the edge of our property until that last moment of twilight, soaking it all in and finally…
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