Walk a Mile in My Heels By Katherine McAllister

When I was a kid, being a girl meant dressing up in pretty clothes, painting my nails, occasionally trying on my mother’s make up and high heels, and waiting for my inevitable boobs to come in.  Years later, I’m 23, and I still dress up, I have my own make-up rather than having to steal my mothers, and the boobs have arrived, well sort of.  But while growing up, never did it cross my mind, that one day being a girl would mean having to defend myself from a potential government that wants to take my rights away.  I grew up learning about all the women through history that already fought these battles whether it was at the Seneca Falls Convention or the pivotal outcome of Roe v Wade.  I appreciated these women for putting themselves on the line to pave the way for fellow and future women.  I looked up to them for their strength and bravery to say, “We are women, and we are just as important so deal with it.” But never did I think that the battles already won by the women from history, would become my battles in the present.  Never did I think that I would have to step up to the plate and say “Stay away from my uterus!”  And yet here we are, living in 2012, and still fighting for our rights and our bodies.

It is election year and with that comes contentious debates, but this year it also brings a new grouping of people who wish to take away rights from women and lessen our value in this country.

The men in power who attack women, and then insist they care for us should think carefully before they speak.  When you tell me that rape is just “another method of conception,” you clearly don’t care about me Mr. Paul Ryan (http://www.outsidethebeltway.com/paul-ryan-rape-just-another-method-of-conception/).  When you tell me, that you want to defund planned parenthood, a safe haven for many girls to go to when they are pregnant and lost or simply need a form of birth control, you don’t care about me Mr. Mitt Romney  (http ://www.huffingtonpost. com/2012/03/13/mitt-romney-planned-parenthood_n_1343450.html).  When you tell me, that if I were raped I should “make lemonade out of lemons” Mr. Santorum, you don’t care about me (http://www.indecisionforever.com/blog/2012/01/25/rick-santorum-tells-rape-victims-to-make-lemons-out-of-lemonade).  When you tell me that “If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down” you not only don’t care about me Mr. Akin, but you have a warped sense of reality and endanger all women to fall prey to those who can say they didn’t rape us legitimately (http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2012/08/22/todd-akin-s-legitimate-rape-timing-couldn-t-be-worse-for-republicans.html).  To all the men in power, power of any kind, who find themselves arrogant enough to even think they can speak for women and their bodies, if you have proven not to care about me, why should I go to the voting booth and care about you?

How would you men feel if Viagra could no longer be made available?  I mean it’s covered by insurance, but, let’s face it, what woman with all these restrictions you’ve all placed on her, would want to have sex at all? So if we don’t want to have sex with you, kind of pointless to help your penis, no?  If our forms of birth control are going to stop being covered, shouldn’t yours?  What about vasectomies?  I mean, if Mr. Romney wants to defund Planned Parenthood and take away women’s resources of not only not getting pregnant but not contracting diseases, then, isn’t it only fair we take away another form of your birth control?  Isn’t a vasectomy just “murdering” your chances of having a child?  What if we placed a ban on masturbation?  I mean, isn’t that right there just a waste of a possible life? Sure you’re just having fun but that’s viable DNA being thrown out right there.  If women are considered pregnant two weeks prior to conception in Arizona (in other words, every time a woman has sex she’s considered pregnant), isn’t it only fair that you too have to rid yourself of any sexual activity that doesn’t involve procreation?

If these scenarios seem ridiculous to you, it’s because they are.  But with such a preposterous line of arguments against women, it seems fitting to offer up an equally preposterous line of solutions for men.

This country was built on the idea that we are all created equal.  And if I have to stand up and fight all over again on issues that shouldn’t even be brought up, then I will.  I am no longer a little girl.  Today I am a woman.  And you know what, Mr. Romney, Mr. Ryan, Mr. Akin, Mr. Santorum, and every other “Mr.” out there who’s arrogant enough to speak for women, don’t you dare judge, condemn, or even attempt to speak for women on anything unless you have walked a mile in their heels.

Keep your minds on helping the country and away from imprisoning our uteruses.

 About The Author – Hey my name’s Katie McAllister. I’m a college graduate in NYC, owner of my little dogs Goliath Apollo Creed and Thor Van Damme, lover of Mac n Cheese(from the Kraft blue box especially), always one to take a spin in a revolving door than to walk through the regular door, and has already earned my masters in couch potato-ing with movies and TV. I grew up in a tiny town in upstate New York.  And while I can appreciate that atmosphere I knew it was never for me.  I was looking for excitement and I was looking to be a part of it.  So I got my grades, graduated high school, and took a train to come live in Manhattan.  I stepped out of Grand Central and immediately I was Dorothy Gale with my ruby slippers and all; in Manhattan I had left my Kansas and I had found my “Oz.”As I’ve gotten older I have realized the power of my voice, the power in all our voices actually.  Now that could be because I come from a very loud family but it’s also in large part due to what I see occurring around me. Too often SILENCE has contributed to a stagnant lifestyle with no changes in sight;  something that can be used as an excuse for politeness when let’s face it, there’s nothing polite about keeping quiet when something is wrong in the world. So here I am, not hushing or keeping it down, and letting my voice carry on just about anything: food, movies, tv, politics, or even mac n cheese. I have a passion for writing, especially when it comes to injustices in the world.  I never appreciated the “quiet” of things in life. I was always loud, talkative, and noisy from the time I was five years old right up until the present at 23 years old.  When it comes to important issues in our world, let’s face it, silence is overrated.

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About Me By Melissa Garcia

 

About me

This isn’t about trust
About deceit
Nor is it about loyalty
It’s not about all the times u betrayed me, the countless times u lied to me.

This, this here is about a pain buried deep inside of me
The hurt of loving a man,
I knew never deserved me.

This is no longer about you, but finally about ME!
This is about my shame,
My self-worth being taken away
This is about the years I wasted waiting for you to change
And no matter how bad it got I still loved u anyway.

You held your head up high as I hung mine low in shame,
I loved u for who u were while u loved my conveniences instead.

But this isn’t about you, it’s about me….
It’s about a woman
Who loved whole heartedly,
Loved unconditionally,
Loved you, but forgot how to love me.

This is for her, for me, for she
Letting go of a pain buried six feet deep
Never quite deep enough,
So easily within reach
You watched as I lost every ounce of me
And for years you took all the life out of me

But today it’s all about me
It’s about the rivers I swam to keep from drowning
The mountains I climbed each day you neglected me
Finally finding the strength to say it’s NOT okay…
It’s not okay to ignore me
Not to hold me
Not to give me the things I need
Finally say, it’s all about me!

 

About The Author – Melissa Garcia has always had a passion for writing, finding it easier to express herself through words, she has been writing poetry since childhood.  A mother, a student, and a full time worker, Melissa embodies the determination of a woman who is destined for success. Born and raised in The Bronx, she has overcome the struggles of becoming a teenage mother and recently graduated with honors. Melissa’s work has been featured on numerous websites as her daughter continues to inspire her to reach for the stars.

See Me By Melissa Garcia

 

SEE ME

Do you see me standing here, high above the clouds?
Floating like a dove in a magical sky.
Flawless imperfection, beyond the expression of limitless interpretation…
I am beautiful.
Not by the standards of the norm, but the minds of the visionaries
The insane soul of an artist
Tortured by unattainable individuality, fighting for tomorrow
When today’s battle has been lost.

Do you see me…? Beautiful.
My words, thou unspoken
Are written in tears and sweat
The strength of my pen
Able to penetrate the toughest stone and transform it into a gem.
Do you see me, as I climb this mountain, swim these rivers
Declaring my independence.

The road to success…I see her, can you?
With the world at my finger tips, engulfed in a fire… fueled by lust and passion.
For her, for me, for she,
The pain engraved six feet deep, buried alive…
No longer are we!
Risen from premature ashes I have resurrected for all to see,
For you to feel the greatness that is me.
Do you see me…? Standing proud,
No longer held down by the economics of this society
No, I will not be my own worst enemy.
How Privileged am I, to say Yes, yes I see me…
The beautiful insanity, driven by movements of motionless time
How can you NOT see me?

While many have tried, failed countless times
The essence of my beauty has been lost to the lavishes of life’s material things.
Do you see me…?
Beauty set in priceless stone, carved by the cries of yesterday’s sorrows.

So instead you watch me.…but alas there is one,
One that see’s me.

 

 About The Author – Melissa Garcia has always had a passion for writing, finding it easier to express herself through words, she has been writing poetry since childhood.  A mother, a student, and a full time worker, Melissa embodies the determination of a woman who is destined for success. Born and raised in The Bronx, she has overcome the struggles of becoming a teenage mother and recently graduated with honors. Melissa’s work has been featured on numerous websites as her daughter continues to inspire her to reach for the stars.

Strength By Melissa Garcia

 

Strength……

Is allowing yourself to cry
But not allowing those tears to drown you.
Is knowing your heart is wounded
But knowing it’s not broken.
Is giving the gift of love
But giving it first, to yourself.
Is learning from your mistakes
But also learning to forgive your own.
Is believing you are worthy
But not believing your never enough.
Is accepting a shoulder to lean on
But not accepting self-remorse.
Is daring to dream
But not daring to give up.
Is following your heart
But not following the crowd.
Is letting go of those that hurt you
But not letting go of yourself.
Is remembering where you’ve been
But remembering it’s not who you are.

 

About The Author – Melissa Garcia has always had a passion for writing, finding it easier to express herself through words, she has been writing poetry since childhood.  A mother, a student, and a full time worker, Melissa embodies the determination of a woman who is destined for success. Born and raised in The Bronx, she has overcome the struggles of becoming a teenage mother and recently graduated with honors. Melissa’s work has been featured on numerous websites as her daughter continues to inspire her to reach for the stars.