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To be a woman is to live a thousand lives and learn from a thousand versions of yourself. I see femininity as the power to be outspoken, to have your own desires, to uplift other women and to feel immense strength within that. We are born this way, as natural leaders, women are born resilient and full of hope. From the innocent dreams of becoming a doctor as a child, to being the first one t...

Dahlia lives in a pretty cottage, with grandma and grandad. They love her very much. Grandad loves planting colourful flowers and grandma knits lots and lots. Dahlia likes to play in the garden, she loves the flowers and her knitted cardigan.

One day, Dahlia was playing with the flowers, when she noticed two with special powers. “How are you smiling? You’re not real!” Dahlia squealed. “We’re Flo...

I inherited my mothers kindness, determination and grace.

I inherited my grandmothers wild, outgoing spirit and wonder of the world.

I inherited my sisters generosity and forgiveness.

I inherited my grandfathers nose and strong work ethic.

I inherited my best friends confidence, creativity and music taste.

I even inherited my work colleagues communication.

I inherited my flatmates way of washing ...

I see men differently now

From the man who created me to the last man I loved

You all fucking suck

The little boys running around, what do they know?

What do they know about abuse about torture about violence

Who taught you to be so entitled?

Entitled to a woman’s body, entitled to a woman’s love, a woman’s thoughts, a woman’s presence

Where did the violence begin?

I don’t know a woman who ha...

Through distant visions, our memory breathes.

In passing and in love, our time is limited.

Nothing is easy in the lesson of love.

Time spent laughing and frolicking and holding

Turns to memories of what once was.

We cherish each other in the time we have left.

Hoping nothing was left unsaid.

My love for you burns like an unruly fire.

But the universe is set on separating us again.

So we take it...

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

I wish I knew how to bloom naturally, I wish my every move wasn’t calcualated.

I feel like I was born an alien, no idea of how to operate this machine of a body I inherited.

How do I fit in? How do I seem normal?

I am not okay I am not ordinary.

I see friends, strangers and acquaintances mixing and mingling and talking and it comes s...