Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.
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Isnt It Midnight
Written by christine mcvie.
So cool, calm and collected
You had a style, a rakish style
Well my poor heart never connected
Youd stay so long on my mind.
Well, isnt it midnight on the other side of the world
Do you remember t
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
Looking back so long ago
You had a knack, a knack of making women know
Ooh there wasnt the time
And I knew youd nver be mine
Well, isnt it midnight on the other side of the world
Do you remember
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
Isnt it midnight on the other side of the world
Do you remember
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Man cannot hate women
Women are beautiful even in anger
As though it is pseudo anger.
Women fail to provoke men by anger.
They need fight men no longer.
06.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women have face-lifts in a society in which women without them appear to vanish from sight.
quote by Naomi Wolf
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Surprise in Japan - A man's World?
a man's society
a hen pecked husband
nevertheless i found
He was a chef. He cooked while the wife managed the frontliners waiting tables. Every now and then, she would scream at the husband for not listening to her. It was a surprise because I have always been told Japan is a man's society where women are subservient to men. But it looks like times have changed and women have become more
vocal giving a damn to outdated society values.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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My Anger
My anger wants to kill.
My anger wants to spill.
My anger wants to smash a wall.
My anger wants to make someone feel small.
My anger makes me carve my skin.
My anger is locked up within.
My anger is fierce and fatal.
My anger isn't stable.
When my anger is out stay away.
Because my anger destroys everything in its way.
poem by Jean Pullman
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In Canada, women's rights are a vital part of our effort to build a society of real equality - not just for some, but for all Canadians. A society in which women no longer encounter discrimination nor are shut out from opportunities open to others.
quote by Paul Martin
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Men don't care
Men see…when they look in the mirror
Grey hair, wrinkly face
replete with wisdom
So mature…so sage
Women see…when looking in the mirror
A pretty face
But with an ego that
Slowly diminishes with age
Women see…when they look in the mirror
Rearranging…
looks a-changing
Time wooshing past
Men see…when they look in the mirror
That same goofy face looking back from the glass
Doesn’t land a blow on a cast iron ego, because
Men just don’t give… a rat’s ass
poem by David Whalen
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Women Throughout Time
Women are here, there and every where,
But the society didn't give them in the past any care.
They were forced to live in carelessness, a real nightmare
They weren't allowed to take part in the society or even to share
They had to take permission even before breathing fresh air
They were by every person tamed,
And for every thing they were blamed
They hadn't any courage and all the time they were ashamed.
But this situation is no longer,
As the years taught women to be stronger.
The years taught them how to be supreme without fears,
And that their legal rights are like pearls.
Since our great women claimed for their rights,
And the entire world was awakened to women's great shouts.
The world knew that women in society have great rank,
And recognized that their legal rights in the deep ocean sank.
So the society broke all the chains around the woman her self,
And the woman came out to the world leaving her narrow shelf.
Women are amazing creatures,
Women are an object of mystery.
They are full of dazzling features,
They played their own part in the history.
Women are a great and heavenly treasure,
The epitome of human pleasure.
Now women wear looks of confidence on their face,
And they took of and tore mask of grace.
Women went quickly to learn to gain,
More education to travel through the world in their educational plane.
With their rights they can do any thing to achieve their aim,
But nothing can put out women's enthusiasm flame.
They look from every high place to their future,
And they move in every way of progress and culture.
Now a woman can go to work at schools,
And with her great word she can break any unfair rules.
And now and after giving the women all their rights,
The entire world says that by women it brights.
And such that day we honour the woman and celebrate,
The great woman who opened to the world the hope gate,
You read my poem and that is the end but don't leave,
Women still don't have all their rights, please believe.
I know that women took all their rights now and before,
But when will women stop sweeping the floor?
poem by Mofida Mahmoud
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Wide World of Intellectual Iliteracy-WWII
Slavery Institutionalized Slavery
You didn’t take me away from aplace
You extricated me from a sacred space Me
You developed and trained mu mind
To blend in with your kind
To put you in the fore front
And leave myself behind
My mind was open to assimilation
And closed to self-realization
Education was the agent of control
Substituting society for my soul
An act of self-suicide for the good of the whole
Was it not the great minds of our times that sanctioned
Self hatred
Made the truth oblique
Made education a conditioning process
To obliterate being unique
Seek a role model, seek a hero
Don’t seek being yourself, you are a zero
If education is the answer
It has a function similar to cancer
Americanization another appellation for education
Mind control, behavioral modification
Violence is a form of militaristic communication
I’m a clone, a mere cheap imitation
If I kill it’s because I’m trained
If I hate it’s because I’m trained
If I steal it’s because I’m trained
I don’t know who I am but because I am trained
I Am A Professional
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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You Oughta Be Home With Me
Everybody's here spinin the bottle
Everybody dance,dance,dance
And you walk in with your new friend
Well my friend, have I lost again
Cause I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Well you can love the one you're with
But you can love the one you oughta be with
And tonight pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
You been looking at me tryin to hide it
You smile so sweet
As you dance bye with you new friend
Can't you see its killing me
Cause I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Well you can love the one your with
But you could love the one you oughta be with
And tonight pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yea I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Most of them are pretty down records, pretty unhappy, pretty confused. Which only reflects how people in general were feeling, I mean really the sense that you get is society running down.
quote by Lester Bangs
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Anger, Anger
anger is anger
anger makes you scream
anger makes you hate
anger takes control
anger want let go
anger wants you to hurt
anger wants you to suffer
anger makes you mad
anger makes you cry
anger turns people against you
anger is anger
poem by Jessica lee Workman
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Anger My Friend/Enemy
Anger is a form of fear
Anger is what I’m waiting to hear
Anger is deep down inside me
Anger drives me crazy
Anger is what turns me on
Anger is what turns me off
Anger is my enemy
Anger is my pal
Anger is gonna kill me
Anger is gonna save me
Anger might just help me
Find my true love.............
..........................Ma ybe?
poem by Adam Owens
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Anger and Me
Anger is a form of fear
Anger is what I’m waiting to hear
Anger is deep down inside me
Anger drives me crazy
Anger is what turns me on
Anger is what turns me off
Anger is my enemy
Anger is my pal
Anger is gonna kill me
Anger is gonna save me
Anger might just help me
Find my true love.............
..........................Ma ybe?
poem by Kimberley Waldron
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From The Society
It is surely in!
And from the society;
It is your kind of work,
And from the society;
It is like the kind of your love,
And from the society;
It is pretty young,
And from the society! !
But, i need this muse of your love;
For, i am in the muse of your land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Habits are comforts
To listen to the tunes that
Your ears are trained on,
To look at things that
Your eyes are trained on,
And to tread the way that
Your feet are trained in
Will appear sweet to you.
Habits bring comfort zones.
01.01.07
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Vanity
He was quite the dresser,
not a thing out of place.
A close, close shave
and cologne on his face
He strutted like a peacock.
He wore shoes that shined.
He fooled all the women
for they were blind.
For what they saw
was a bold-faced lie.
Underneath all this finery
was an ordinary guy.
He was like an actor
playing a role,
fooling many women
was his main goal.
And fool them he did.
He'd done it for years.
He took all their money
and left them in tears.
For women are an easy prey.
They never seem to see
clothes never made a man.
They made his vanity.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Anger
anger is not love
anger is driking
anger is killing someone
anger one thing never do
love, anger love not anger
anger is ramming you head throug a glass door
when your are man you do stupid things
stupid things that are stupid
when mad you dont feel nuthing
anger we all have
anger you cant change
when mad stays
stay away from everyone
anger can kill because you do stupid things
when mad sleep
anger just anger
ANGER
poem by Kerri King
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Anger is a strong burning poison of life
Anger is a strong burning poison of life
A brave man easily controls his anger,
In every walk of life it brings us danger,
Even though it divorces husband and wife,
Angry men and women lose consciousness,
They fight and fight wildly without thinking,
Good hearts are disturbed in deep sinking,
It makes them to argue in unconsciousness,
In anger a son tears the shirt of his father,
And his father angrily runs to the police-station,
To see this incident many people may gather,
They laugh and say, what an insulting situation!
Grandmother shouts, anger is a hot weather,
Anger, Anger, Anger, my son stop your destruction.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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