Debutante
Writhing in agony
Growing up with tribulation
Why does it have to be?
This way of misfortune
Seems so unmerited.
Deep yearning for difference
In what can't be changed
Frustration and fury
In what and who I am.
Though reality strikes me
And I blame myself
That it is not my fault
It is the time of the world
Where women are e
Revolutionary War by PiouslyFerventOne, literature
Literature
Revolutionary War
August 23, 1764
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Breathing hard, feet pounding, arms swaying, heart racing, my fingers brush across the tall grass as I am running through the field, with my dog Buddy, down to the watering hole. We draw nearer and I can see the beautiful water reflecting the sun, shining the light of the water fairies into my eyes. Water fairies are those diamond shaped gleams of light that cannot be touched but you know when they are there. As I reach the rocks, I stop for a moment and look out amongst the beautiful fully leaved trees, the beautiful shining water looks so deliciously ref
Society's Effects on Women by PiouslyFerventOne, literature
Literature
Society's Effects on Women
Stereotyping of Women in Advertisement (Effects on Society)
Stereotyping is a conventional, formulaic, and oversimplified conception, opinion or image. To be accepted, an advertisement must follow the norm, culture, or principles held by society. In result, they include the image that they believe is the norm and the stereotypes that go along with it in society. Advertisers argue that they are mirroring social realities, but in fact they are exaggerating them to a large extent. This has large effects on the viewers of these ads, and even the ones who are in them. The media itself is the source of the stereotypes, which are made by th
December 28, 2002 by PiouslyFerventOne, literature
Literature
December 28, 2002
Coldness is cold for so long, it is no longer cold. Rather, cold for so long, I no longer feel cold yet I do not feel warm. Cold has just taken me in, cold is what I am. I am cold.
Cold hands constant and skin so clear and so unmarked opposite of how my heart must appear, if one could see my heart. A heart so scraped, for the hurt must come out, so the love for my heart hates the skin so unmarked.
Feeling of disease creeps throughout my emotions. Mind so confused feeling immobile and unchosen. Sheer terror for the future and hands are bound just as my heart is. Bound to eternity of pain. Pain lingers about and maybe all from my mind, people