I fight like a girl

I fight like a girl who refuses to be a victim

I fight like a girl who's tired of being ignored and humored
and beatened and raped

I fight like a girl who's sick of not being taken seriously

I fight like a girl who's been pushed too far

I fight like a girl who offers and demands respect

I fight like a girl who has a lifetime of anger and strength
and pride pent up in her girly body

I fight like a girl who doesn't believe in fear and submission

I fight like a girl who knows this body and this mind are mine

I fight like a girl who knows that you have only as much power
as I grant you

I fight like a girl like a girl who will never allow you to
take more than I offer

I fight like a girl who fights back

So next time you think you can distract yourself
by victimizing a girl. Think again.

She maybe me and I fight like a girl

Take Back The Night, April 12 1997, New Paltz
~Author Unknown~

When ya' Gonna Learn , Sister

When ya' gonna learn sister?
My white sister , black sister , yellow sister
That it ain't gonna get no better
If he's still hitting you upside the head

When ya' gonna learn sister?
That there's a time to stay in and a time to get out
Survival is what it's all about

What's gonna be your sign sister?
When he splits the innocence of your little one?
While you end up with a cast on your legs and around your arms
Wondering how it all began

When ya' gonna learn sister
When he knocks out a few of your teeth and blackens your eyes
When you no longer look up to see the sun in the sky

When ya' gonna learn sister?
Maybe you'll tell me when
When the casket rolls by
Abd, your tombstone reads
I'd wish I'd learn before I died

Written by Que English

I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today,
and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids?
What about money?
I'm afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him,
I would not have gotten flowers...today.

Copyright© Sept 91 Allen "Two Trees" Dowdell
All Rights Reserved

Bitch

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs,they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way,
they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I don't compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live life my way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me .

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it,
I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead
of being everyone's maid.

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who
I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea
of what they think I should be.

I am outspoken , opinonated and determined .Nothing is wrong with that .

So try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce
of my inner beauty I hold with in me, you won't suceed.
And if that makes me a bitch, so be it.

I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.

Author unknown