Cinderella

Cinderella
famous little Cinder
Everyone knows her
everyone knows the story

Except they don’t
because she didn’t get her happy ending
Her prince didn’t find her after midnight
but who would want to hear about that

Snow White
beautiful little Snow
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because she didn’t get her prince
He never came to save her
but who would want to hear about that

Sleeping Beauty
dreamlike Aurora
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because she wasn’t woken by a kiss
The man wanted too much
but who would want to hear about that

The Little Mermaid
curious little Ariel
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because she got her legs
She couldn’t get her prince anyways
but who would want to hear about that

Beauty
precious little Belle
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because the beast was cruel
He wasn’t a prince in disguise
but who would want to hear about that

Jasmine
fair princess of Agrabah
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because there was no magic carpet ride
Just an arranged marriage to a boring man
but who would want to hear about that

Pocahontas
adventurous daughter of the chief
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because John couldn’t see her as a person
She was only another savage to him
but who would want to hear about that

Mulan
daring savior of China
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because rules were rules
Women weren’t allowed to shame the army like that
but who would want to hear about that

The Frog Princess
hardworking little Tiana
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because there’s no magic
Which means no marriage to Naveen
but who would want to hear about that

Rapunzel
beautiful little flower
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because she was stolen
She was never found
but who would want to hear about that

Merida
brave little red head
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because she had to chose one of the suitors
In those times she wasn’t allowed to be on her own
but who would want to hear about that

Anna
reckless little sister
Everyone knows her
everyone knows her story

Except they don’t
because she couldn’t be unfrozen
No matter how much love there was in the world
but who would want to hear about that…

Bethany

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Reality of fear

You’re not afraid of the dark,
You’re afraid of what’s hiding in the dark.

You’re not afraid of the water,
You’re afraid of drowning.

You’re not afraid of heights,
You’re afraid of falling.

You’re not afraid to love,
You’re afraid to not be loved back.

You’re not afraid of the work,
You’re afraid to fail.

This is the true reality of fear.

Selling My Stories

I like it :)

Stories in 5 Minutes

You say you want my stories
But you can’t handle them at all
Not because of what they are
But because you will ignore their truths

I will never sell my stories
Because you will never forgive me
You have hurt me too many times
You fear you will be ridiculed

But you deserve it for all the ways you treated me
Will you survive even if I never sell my stories?

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Old school

You know what I want? I want an old school romance. I wanna meet a guy the old fashion way, like in a bar or at a concert. I’m tired of all this online dating shit, getting set up by friends ten times before it works. I mean what happened to finding love on your own? The old fashioned way? It seems like you can’t do anything now a days without it being recorded on some social media site. Ninety percent of people meet online now, or on some stupid show to find love. I mean did we really stray that far from the good stuff? Where you met some guy, and you had a connection, and you would hang out, become friends, and have that connection grow? Where you would do cheesy romantic shit for each other because it was sweet and it showed people you cared. I mean do people even tell each other they love each other in person anymore? Or do they just text it to each other? We can’t even show someone we love them in person anymore! It’s so sad. I’m so tired of all this shit. All I want is an old school romance. A true romance. That’s what I want.

~ Emerald

Scared

I’m the type of person who doesn’t like to admit it when they’re scared. I don’t like to seem vulnerable. But truth is, I am scared. I’m terrified. I have dreamed about this for years, hoping it’d happen but never actually thinking it would. But now that it’s such a huge possibility. Now that she’s on board. I’m terrified. I don’t know how to live on my own, I can barely cook my own meals, I’m horrible at keeping my room cleaned let alone a whole house, I’ve never been on my own before, I don’t know how to pay bills or save money for the important stuff. I am so scared. How am I going to do this on my own? How am I going to be able to make it without help? And what if it’s all for nothing? I’m doing this for the slim chance that my dreams will come true, but what if I’m just fooling myself? I am so scared. I am so scared and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to do this on my own.

~ Emerald

Rape Culture: It Does Exist

Today I was browsing through Facebook, and I stumbled upon an article that my friend shared from Time Magazine. The title? “It’s Time to End ‘Rape Culture’ Hysteria.”

That in itself is frightening. Even the idea that we should end the hysteria over Rape Culture is terrifying. The entire article was appalling, which is why I made such an effort to get to my laptop so I could type this out correctly. In the first paragraph, I found myself insulted and appalled.

“Recently, rape-culture theory has migrated from the lonely corners of the feminist blogosphere into the mainstream.”

Excuse me? Lonely corners? Are you trying to make feminist into a bad thing? If so then already your entire article is invalid.

“Though rape is certainly a serious problem, there’s no evidence that it’s considered a cultural norm. Twenty-first century America does not have a rape culture.”

Okay, the article is invalid anyways. I’m sorry, but no evidence that it’s considered a cultural norm? Lemme pull up my statistics.

1 out of 6 women have been the victim of attempted or completed rape in America.

17.7 million American women have been victims of attempted or completed rape.

Women aren’t the only ones who get raped either, about 3% of American males have been a victim of attempted or completed rape.

(RAINN)

People are getting raped. The numbers are too high for anyone to say there isn’t a Rape Culture.

If that still doesn’t convince you about the obvious Rape Culture in America, then maybe a couple examples.

1. It’s actually normal for kids/teens to say things like “I raped that test” or that “I raped them in that soccer game.”

All this means is that they won easily, but they’re making light of a terrible situation. Not okay.

2. People make rape jokes

It’s a horrendous crime, yet people find it acceptable to make rape jokes. It’s not something to joke about, just like suicide and cutter jokes aren’t funny either.

Just stop.

3. Victim blaming

Victim blaming is where the victim of the rapists are blamed for being rape. For example, many girls who wear tighter clothes or more revealing are told that they are “asking for it.”

4. Rape has been trivialized through the media.

Todd Atkin was arguing against abortion when he said that woman’s bodies have a way to shut down during “legitimate rapes” and will not result in pregnancies.

Hold up, so anyone who does get raped and ends up pregnant…It wasn’t a legitimate rape? No.

Not only is there no evidence of this actually being true, but this also goes back to victim blaming.

5. Boys will be boys

This is where the actions of boys tend me overlooked or minimalize their behavior because “boys will be boys.”

There was one rape case where instead of focusing on the victim and how her life would be forever changed, the media focused on the boys and how their sports careers were ruined.

There’s a lot of victim blaming going on. There’s a lot of comments such as: why didn’t you fight him off? Why did you wear clothes like that? Why didn’t you just go along with it? Are you sure it was rape? Why didn’t you avoid that place? Why were you alone?

This isn’t what should be asked. It shouldn’t be pushed onto anyone that it’s their fault for getting raped. It shouldn’t be taught that we have to act a certain way to avoid being raped all the time. 

What should be being taught? Not to rape people.

Ever.

I want someone I can’t have. When I say that I don’t mean in the “He’d never want me.” way. I mean I will never be able to have him. I will never be able to smile at him and have him return the smile. I’ll never be able to have hour long conversations with him about random stuff. I’ll never be able to hear any of his hilariously sarcastic remarks. I won’t be able to embarrass myself in front of him and then laugh about it with him. I’ll never get to hold his hand, or hug him, or even be close to him. I’ll never know his darkest secrets or his wildest dreams. I’ll never hear him say my name. I’ll never get to run to him when I’m upset and have him comfort me. I won’t ever be able to fall asleep beside him. I will never be able to have him.

I guess to some that isn’t really important. There’s always someone else right? There’s always someone else that you can find that with. But if I’m being honest I don’t think there is. Why? Because I’ve never met someone like him. I’ve never met someone so sarcastic and funny. I’ve never met anyone so sweet. I’ve never met someone who truly genuinely cares about people, all people. I’ve never met someone who makes me want to be better, be like him. I’ve never met someone who accepts people for who they are, no matter what other people think of them. I’ve never met someone who makes me smile just thinking about them. I’ve never met someone like him.

My whole life I’ve told people that I don’t want just anyone. That I didn’t know the kind of guy I wanted, but that one day I’d meet him and I’d just know. I’d know the type of person I want. Well now I know. The only problem is.. I’ll never be able to have him.

Ever.

~ Emerald