Pink carnations bow their headsas the past reveals what lies aheadThe woman dreams of justiceHer voice cuts like glass, clear and sharp with purposeShe was once a silent mist amidst the flamesbut now you can't dismiss herShe'll make the proper preparationsAdvocate for what is rightPut up a fightPack the posters and pocket her letterswhile hair… Continue reading Where Justice Blooms
The thought of having an abortion is scary to any woman, let alone someone who is in their early twenties, and having to come close to having to make that decision. As a person who grew up in a very traditional Hispanic household, the topic of having sex always consisted of being a sin and… Continue reading The Uncertainty
Queridx Juanito, So many words left unsaid, So Many Memories, So Many Dreams, So Many Laughs. I never told you how much your strength carried me through and what your sisterhood meant to me during our time in ICE Detention. As the world was entering a frightening pandemic nightmare, we were living our immigration nightmare.… Continue reading Nada Mas Que Decir (Nothing Left To Say)
AttentionSomething that I have craved for so longAttentionSomething that I no longer wantAttentionI have learned from the past and need to shareI am no longer a child and can see a future ahead of meA universal problem that yet feels so personal I kept thinking inside my own little bubbleBurst, I can see clearly all… Continue reading Learning From My Past
Abortion has been around for a while, since the most ancient times. One of the first records of an abortion was from 1550 BCE Egyptian Ebbers Papyrus. For those times, it was a different reason why many women then got an abortion. Most of them were because they were high-end women being told to hide… Continue reading Women are Not Objects
I hear two men chucklingas I pick something up for them.I feel wandering eyes,baring into my skin and bones.I hear my dad’s sexual commentsabout girls my age. (I was fourteen.)I see a woman,never noticing the phone up her skirt.I hear my dad and my uncles,cheering on my cousin’s catcalling.I see my new friend’s message,tired of… Continue reading “What Is It Like to Be a Woman?”
Who is she?I am a nineteen-year-old woman, I say woman because I’ve found that as a sex we are discredited too often.I am a woman, along with all the younger and older.I’ve never felt more sure of my womanhood than when I write my true authentic thoughts. When here and now, I am allowed to… Continue reading The Woman is not a Flower
In a very small religious town, there was a 16-year-old girl named Ana. She had such a huge heart and deeply believed in love at first sight. Ana met an abusive guy from whom she constantly sought validation. She soon found out she was pregnant, and he did everything in his power to leave her,… Continue reading Rainbow Baby
i feel you getting closera blaze of hot breaththe stickiness of your skinyour pungent cologneyou pull me closermy stomach is curdling panties ripped off viciously the primitive nature of "man."screeching nothing comes out "you're so tight."hands wrapped around my throatthrusting harder and harder disappearing into obscurityi'm nothingan orifice seated on the toilet one hand with… Continue reading your choice is not my choice
Liz is a teenager in highschool, she’s a great student, cheerleader and overall a great person. She never caused trouble and complied with her parents’ rules, including not passing bed times, not being alone with her boyfriend, keeping up her good grades etc. Her parents did not really like the idea of Liz having a… Continue reading If others can have it, why can’t I? The importance of contraceptive knowledge.
