Timesup Stories

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Inspired by the "Me Too" and "Times Up" movement. Why have we a society swept sexual assault under the rug as if it is a normal thing that happens in the daily life? Why do we Women have to worry about not being paid as much as our male coworkers? We must end the silence and raise awareness. In my way of helping I will be writing poems and statements to help spread the word of the whole movement.

Y'all need to know a little something...

Terminal. A word that changes everything. The words 'might', 'could' and 'there is a possibility' no longer apply and is replaced with 'will'. I Will Die. It takes away the feeling of hope and chance because of regardless of what happens in between my end result will always be the same. I have time, it's not nothing but it isn't great because in theory no one ever wants to leave all that they love behind, nor do they want a clock put on their time left. But I'm sitting here listening the clock incessantly ticking, thinking : "where the fuck do we go from here?"

TW if mental health stuff freaks you out. (There will be stuff about anxiety and other disorders as well.)

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The feeling of not being understood.

Feminism- the advocacy of women's rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes. (Short & Bold)

Amos Cecelia has just lost the most important thing to him, Maria his wife of 47 years. Without his wife he has no clue what to do and tries to live without her. Until one day he meets a young man in love, using his life experience he tries to help the young man achieve happiness. Now Amos is just waiting until Time's Up.

A boy (Steven) keeps on getting muddled up in these situations that are hard to get out of.

I went through an abusive relationship and I feel as though I shouldn't hide nor sugar coat what happened to me and how it still effects me. I feel things like this aren't talked about enough. It's romanticized or censored. This is something I wrote that shows the reality of what the trauma i went through leaves me with. This is a look into my mind and hopefully something someone can relate to, to know they aren't alone. Abuse is a very harsh reality that I never thought would affect me. I've come to sadly see just how many women are affected by it. I plan to continue writing about it and sharing it regardless of the people who think I shouldn't talk about it, or that I'm oversharing. Because this is an issue that changed my life. Abusers don't deserve to be able to hide, so I will never again be silent.

When I was born, they gave me the watch. It started with 17 years, 3 months, 5 hours, 39 minutes, and 17 seconds. Now, I watch, excited, as it ticks down. 5 seconds. 4 seconds. 3 seconds. 2 seconds. 1 second. For that one beautiful moment, it says seven days. Seven days, and the most important thing of my life will happen. Will I meet my true love? Will I finally get accepted into my dream college? That sounds wonderful, but I can't help thinking... What if it's something dreadful? ~not completed.

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This book is the re-imagining of a passion project of hope and inclusion across genres, media and forms of expression. The Pussyhat Collection is a curated safe space to express and explore through commentary, poems, short stories and art. No matter what our pronouns are - we all have dreams, doubts, and maybe a victory story or two. Each month, a new theme will be revealed by the gracious contributions of guest artists and writers. The inbox of @MizUndahStood is open for suggestions, comments and inquiries about submissions.