POP #9 "Digital Sisterhood"

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WOMEN'S Empowerment Group for more info visit www.thepoint.org

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About Us

Spring 2014 Issue

POP! Digital Sisterhood

POP is a zine created for young women, by young women.

WOMEN’s group members submit poems, artwork, and articles covering topics such as: health, current events, music, beauty and more!

The best part is each issue features a group member on the cover.

We hope that the women that read POP find us as a digital sisterhood to support and encourage more women to empower their daily needs.

Women Empowerment Group is unique in that it combines sex education with the Arts, bridging the gap between how information is learned and retained.

During the year we hold healing circles, LGBTQ sex education workshops, creative writing classes, mural making, and role playing! This is a group for womenidentified youth who wish to empower themselves and their community and a safe

space for women who are straight, lesbian, bisexual and transgender of all cultural backgrounds.

THE POINT partners with Advocates for Youth to offer this youth-led peer education project.

Poetry Guessan

My skin does not need Your affirmative action Assumption bias You do not get too Claim the clothes, and claim culture But leave the problems Many lost with time Policy needs votes, not tears Laws don’t have feelings The struggle is real Adversity is culture Do the whip and sway You dream of mama The land holds no babies close Thrive, fight to survive Battle cries ring true Men shot down in the streets lay Tear shed redemption Worry for the past No one ever taught the truth Fear for present, still

Spark By Paris

I see the spark in your eyes it’s been gone since I said good bye I didn’t know what we had was real till I look at how I use to feel I remember the past but was it all real I thought it was all fake but that was my mistake.

I look in your eyes as you start to cry I’m sorry for the good bye

Poetry Value of Love

by Sheila V

Untitled by Anonymous

I have seen women lifted by love countless women surrounded, fed, embraced by love but most recently I have met a woman condemned by love alienated, starved, forgotten by love the pain from love is visible in the eyes, heart, and soul of this woman she who lives for love, who would die for love curiosity forces me to look deep into her big brown eyes tell of a man whose love was taken away as quickly as was given a selfish man whose compassion drowned in these eyes taking advantage of the faith and forgiveness she possesses tears roll down her cheeks and begin to drip from her delicate chin

Sugar, spice and everything nice one that looks and dresses very nice cleans and screams if there are mice has to think twice about getting a slice a female that’s smart now you are off to a good start one that fills the shopping cart social, a total sweetheart she takes cares of kids and her man far too complicated for them to understand face made up in new heels she stands want too much, she styles every strand this list could go on far and expand there is so much that is expected of females and I’m sure every woman has a tale but the truth is we decide our own trails you can do anything you want without painted nails just be the best you and never let your smile fail

Poetry Untitled by Anonymous

“Springlove, come back to me”

By Angelina Roman

Real recognizes real, they say. but what is real? to be real is to be of perfection, that we are not. I believe we all have fallen short we are all in a race, to finish to come in 1st place, we all are in competition with everyone amongst us our own gender in this sense, we knock them down, throw shade you, yes you come down off that stage we let men define who we are estranged from women of praise we still belittle ourselves but what are you really chasing? the moment that you begin to compete with anyone other than yourself your opponent has already won

When the sun rises from its slumber and kisses me awake to its golden glory, it whispers to me that I’m a woman in need of life, a woman in need of freedom. I will tenaciously fight the wind.

She won’t blow me apart, I will overpower her and I will be free. I will remain free and history won’t forget me for I’m the Spring rose, I’m the eagerness in a lover’s gaze, I’m a woman whose dreams are impossible to be lost.

Activism

Street Harassment By Melissa :

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What’s sexy! g n i n e p p ha erious s g n i e b Stop

I am not p

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I am a Person Hey girl, I got these 3 dicks for you!

I don’t ha ve to say “HI” t o you

need r o t n a w ’t I don ack on b d e e f r u o y who I am

ld u o w t a Wh u say? yo

Writing

By Demi “ Demi, wake up I’m hungry. When you get to the store, ask the man for a ham and cheese sandwich! AND YOU BETTER MAKE SURE IT’S SPICED HAM, YOU HEAR ME?!?!

Sangana” “ Yes ma” “ Demi! Me and Dana need to go to Target to get a couple of things.” “ Ohh can I come?” “ No, I need you to watch the kids for me real quick.” “ Why can’t Ty do it?” “ She’s not here, so can you do me the favor? “ Yes Dee” “ Demi!!! Why you Neva pick up your phone. I could be dyin! “ What happened Crystalee?” “ They throwin’ a party at the cave tonight and you have to come. Besides, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” “ Ms. Demi, Ms. Demi, can you help me with my homework pleaseeeeeee?” “ Sure, what homework are you up to now?” “ Math” “ Okay so show me which problem you need help with.”

“Okay, I need you to help me with all of them.” “ Ummm, maybe not all of them but I can help he first few and we’ll go from there.”

“Titi!!!!!” “ Hey babies! I miss you guys.” “ I miss you too Titi.” “ I miss you more Titi” “ Madden, stop hogging the ipod. She can’t see me!”

“Alllllllright, no fighting, no fighting. What you guys doing right now?” “ I’m watching tv in my room and Madden just came in here without even asking me so he can talk to you. MADDEN STOP HOGGIN’ THE CAMERA!!! Get Out!” “ No”( Madden snatches the iPod and starts running around the house) “ I love you a hundred thousand times Titi” “ Haha, and I love you a hundred thousand times more” “ And I love you....... Five hundred thousand times more” “ And I love you more than that!” “ GIMMIE THE IPOD MADDEN!!!” “ No’ Titi, Help Me!” *Facetime disconnected* “ Hey Dem Dem. As soon as you settle in, find us in the dance room. We’re gonna meet at 4.” “ Got it!” “ Melis, I mean Demi. Sorry. Can you pass me those papers before you go?

“Sure.... You guys, another person just called me Melissa just now?” “ Aww it’s okay little Demi, people mistake me for you all the time too.” “ What is it? Do we really look like each other or something?” “ It’s because you’re both Hispanic females with similar complexion and dark curly hair” “Or is it because...”

“We share the same brain.” “ Babe!

Babe!...

BAAAAAAAAABE!!!!!!!”

“WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH HAPPENED?!” “ Can you pass me the controller pleaseeeeeee?” “ Are you freaking kidding me?... HERE” “Thank you... Babe?”

Sigh “ Yes Baby?” “ I love you, sugar honey ice tea face” “SHUT UP!... I love you too”

Feature

Love Is By Ashanti

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ove is a powerful thing blinded by some enlightened by others your love your love is a irreplaceable desirable in fact your love is something something that is unbelievable something that’s worshiped even by even the greatest of Christians now my love my love is great amazing even my love can’t be measured by anything my love spreads from left to right lifting the spirits of the coldhearted and unloved

but our love our love their own our love is beautiful our love this warm our love can’t be broken our love this something the whole world wants to be peaceful emotional roller coaster moving in a fast pace unable to look back or turn around trying to stop it but there’s no way out but down these bars are suffocating my stomach rubbing and chaffing against my skin I’m trying to hide the pain

with screams and laughter wind hitting face with extreme force preventing me from opening my eyes it goes up, down, around and through but all there is, is pain and it’s limitless I am gripping hard to these things on my shoulders trying to move but I’m struggling it feels like this goes on forever no stopping I can’t get off this emotional roller coaster

Women’s Group

My superpower is bringing light to a dark situation. I don’t like to see someone upset. Regardless of who it is. Whether it’s my family or friends, even a new acquaintance. Everyone deserves a break from reality.

Starr

Paris

Melissa

Women’s Group

My superpower is my energy and presence and being great at impacting others in a positive way

My superpower is being invisible so creepy men don’t cat call me while I’m walking home Remy

Guessan

Teresa

Sponorship

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Sponorship

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Art

Salon Series

by Misra Walker

Salon Series

by Misra Walker

Art

Salon Series

by Misra Walker

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