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Act Like a Girl

Wear nice clothes. Have nice hair. Look good. Be careful yet carefree. Walk with purpose. Don’t argue. Act like a girl.

What if I don’t want to? Maybe I want to wear dark washed out jeans and a gray worn sweater. Maybe I’ll wear an ordinary cotton camp T-shirt. I’ll put my hair into the messy unbrushed ponytail, with a plain white headband. And leave it like that. Want me to dress nice? You get newer black skinny jeans. And the new black sweater. And maybe a curly ponytail. Without the headband.

Since the beginning of time girls have been told that they need to wear dresses and skirts. And to get someone to like you, you have to be pretty. If you like me you’ll like me as me. Not in a pretty blue dress. Or a cute skirt and top. You’ll like me in black skinnys, black lace-up combat boots and a sweater.

From the beginning of time. Yes girls were taught to be pretty and sit back and do nothing. But since the beginning of time girls have chosen to not just sit back and be pretty. But rather to stand up and speak out against what they want to change and for what they believe in. So let’s change this generation. And act like a girl.

200 Years

    It is the year 2215. New York City, New York. The earth has changed in last couple centuries. As it should. But not for the better as we had hoped. The earth finally caught up to us. And brought upon us her revenge.

    Naturally, New York received the brunt end of it in the US. Or what is left of the US. With a crumbling government and an economy brought to ashes are we still really the United States of America? Home of the free, land of the brave? I suppose for the first time all people are really free. With no government to control us there are no taxes. That also means more crime. Not like there’s anything left here worth stealing. I suppose the thieves are brave. Nowadays running in the street is a crime punishable by death on sight. But are we really united? With each state a different democracy, republic or dictatorship. Different rules for crime punishment. The list goes on and on with every passing state.

    New York is no longer the busy, bustling city it once was. Now it looks more like a disaster after nuclear fallout. People in dark coats and previously white masks hustle by with children in the same. The sky is an eternal dark haze of dust and smoke. The air has a slight taste of sulfur. Not enough to kill you right away, but enough to hurt you more in the future. If there is a future for the people in this no godforsaken place. The future doesn’t matter anymore. When the average life expectancy is 25. 30 if you’re lucky. Now all we can do is try our best to save an earth that is already dying. New York. The city that never sleeps. Has never wanted to sleep more.

Ice Walker

He walks on ice. A tall dark figure and his familiar cadence. 3 long strides, 7 small steps. Every morning at 7 o’clock without fail there he is. 3 long strides, 7 small steps. Never breaking the pattern not as the day grows longer. Not as the Texaco Wisconsin looms behind him. A daunting dark, shape just off his left vision. Does he know of the Texaco Wisconsin? I’ll never know. I have never stopped this ship to ask him.

The Texaco soldiers on its path. As the man walks in between the thin leveless trees. The result of some artic phenomena, I am sure. I stare, in pensive thought towards the monotonous view of winter white ice, as the Texaco Wisconsin continues its tedious journey onward. Who is the man? Why is he here? Where is he going? Thoughts cloud my mind. However, I’ll never know. I have never stopped this ship to ask him. And I never will.