The submissions deadline is Friday, February 17, 2023.
We live in this world
As a captive of our own insecurities
Tangled in its web of
doubt and lies
Convincing us we aren’t good enough
Convincing us to strive
Models and celebrities
Our idols, who we dream to be.
Edited to perfection
No room for error
Because God forbid we make an error.
Messages of hate and greed
Flood our social media feeds.
Their insults a cleaver
Our self esteem on the chopping block.
Everyday becoming harder to be who we want to be
In this world of insecurity.
Girls in the locker room
Begging to grow a bigger chest
A smaller nose
A tiny waist
None of us give it second thought
None of us even blink
In this twisted world we live in.
A world where young girls are called thots for wearing
What they want
God damn it let the girl do what she wants.
Don’t give us another reason
To hate what we see
When we look in the mirror.
In this tear-stained world we live in.
A world that allows a boy
To rate another girl at summer camp.
A human being you’ve demeaned
By giving her worth a numbered name tag.
Just a number to you
But to her it is a tattoo
Inked into her wounds.
In this painful world we live in
A world where a girl just wanted to learn
But her professor thought that that meant
She wanted to have sex for a better grade.
Because to them
We are objects to be played with,
Toys to wind up and make dance.
They can’t seem to understand
That we don’t exist for them . . .
In this desperate world we live in
In a world where
Our intelligence is underestimated.
Where we are told we will be provided for.
Where we aren’t expected to be competent.
Where we’re called dramatic
If we show emotion
When we prove ourselves
If we have a dream
When we fight for something
A bitch . . .
For speaking our mind
In this world where it would be crazy
To even try . . .
We all pray for a better future
But no matter how tight we clasp our hands together
Prayers are not prophecies
And we cannot see
What tomorrow will hold
For our rights and our liberties.
Can guarantee a better future.
Because of this
That we live in.
My favorite author is Ruta Sepetys
For my future life I want to live one day at a time and enjoy the opportunities that I have a chance to experience and learn from.
My 5th-grade Social Studies teacher, Ms. Arca, was an amazing teacher, and I learned so much from her. She is the reason that I now consider myself a feminist. She left my school last year, but I will always so greatly appreciate everything she taught me.