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Ever notice how, when we’re kids,
they call us boys and girls.
And there’s no wiggle room in titles like that.
And maybe it feels a little suffocating,
and maybe it feels right.
But I grew up, found my curves and my voice—
hair in the places we’re not allowed to talk about.
And all I hear about are, even now, all these men
and girls.
Girls.
Like while they were busy growing up,
I got stuck in this prepubescent wet dream,
where boys with hungry hands run fingers
down my hairless thighs
and leave humid breaths at the seam of my neck.
See,
I noticed men have this way
of using infantile language like love poems.
You’re his “girl”—
You’re always gonna be his “girl”
He rattles it off like the sweetest kind of promise,
and dresses you up in your best doll clothes,
and this is what you’ve got.
This is what you’re given.
Ladies! How many of your fathers ever told you
you would always be Daddy’s Little Girl,
even after you were paying your own mortgage?
And exactly how many eight year old boys
have watched fathers go off to work,
go off to war,
to get told they’re man of the house, now.
Even though they’ve got two older sisters,
with high school diplomas,
even though they’ve got a mother
with hands made of the same kind of marble
they build monuments out of—
but no.
That little boy, can’t even reach over the counter,
that little boy, he’s a man, now.
I don’t know how many years I’m expected
to stave off the rougher parts of womanhood.
I gotta buff out my wrinkles,
I gotta paint on my face.
They don’t get to see all of the things that make me.
See, I’ve got these beautiful stretch marks
that break like creamy tributaries
over my thighs.
So I wanna know, what makes me girl
and what makes me woman?
And how come I’m not the one
who gets to decide?

Girl, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
social-justice-mindy:

OH MY GOD! So I was in the target with my little sister and came across this. I honestly dont even know what to say.
The attack on white women in America must be stopped. Everyday we are made to feel as though we are less than, ugly and should hate ourselves. We are encouraged to get collengin impants in our lips, breast implants and butt injections to to have black features. 
Today my little sister even told me, “Ashley, I want to be a black girl.” Do you know how that made me feel?!?!?!?!?!? I felt like I failed her. 
The media wants white women to be ashamed of themselves. And it is time to stop that. Everywhere I turn, i see black women stealing white men, like thieves in the night. I dont mean to be racist but honestly sometimes I wish we could go back to segregation.
I went on twitter to see what others were thinking and I even realized that most people saying she was ugly were INDEED black men! How am I to believe black women are beautiful if their own men dont. 
Im so upset, my little sister asked my dad if she could go tanning the other day and he just walked out of the room. What is America coming too? Why is the assault on my face, body, lips, eyes and skin so harsh?
If you ask me, most beautiful should have went to either Jennifer Lawrence or Anna Kendrick, not because their white but because physically they are stunning.

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