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ANOTHER FEMINIST POEM



Hello Mr. Man!  
Now I need you to listen carefully to another feminist poem
As a woman I'm going to tell you how strong I am, 
How independent I can be,  
And most of all, how opinionated I assume myself to be 
But not like you normally hear it. 
I am independent enough to know where I'm lacking 
But sometimes I need you to point it out because I forget
Independent enough to get myself what I want, when I want
But I'll still love a little surprise from you... 
It warms my independent little heart 
I'll pin my feet on the ground and say that when the wind comes
Me, myself and I are gonna keep my feet steady
But I want a hype man to tell me I can do it 
I have opinions too, it bruises my ego when you don't let me talk
Oh you don't think I have an ego? Her name's Dora
She's always exploring and trying to find things that are lost or hidden 
She doesn't take no for an answer
But she's always seeking help
Mr. Man,  you know that I need your help 
Beneath this hard surface of strength, hard work and black that don't crack
Lies a buttery heart... I'm your perfect Oreo 
I need you to hold my tongue when I'm out of line 
Encourage me
Pray with and for me in my darkest days 
And love me. 
I am just another feminist, not strong because I can do everything myself
But strong because I can admit that I need your help.

Par:  Ivy Esera 

Comments

  1. Ivy this is so beautiful, well done girl!

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  2. Wow this is Beautiful Ivy, well done girl!

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  3. Wow.. Wow.. Well done Ivy.
    I love this one especially the part.. I am your perfect Oreo💛

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  4. Love love love
    This is so beautiful

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  5. It's an interesting twist to feminism. You don't get to see this often. I'll keep checking back for more insightful pieces from you, Ivy.

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  6. Finally, she admits. You need my help woman..

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  7. I'm sure she didn't call your name o

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  8. This is really one of the amazing things I've read about being a feminist and I'm extremely proud to be one.. Good work girl.

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  9. Just surprised.
    Didn't know you were a feminist.

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  10. This is so good and true. I love it.

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  11. God bless your inspiration

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  12. This is nice... No matter how independent we are, we still need somebody..

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