This cover is so on point.
But if you dont like the song, just skip to the break down/bridge around 2:09
I JUST DONE PEED ON MYSELF
Kai Davis and Miriam Harris Poetry- Masturbation Chronicles (by Babel TU)
This is so good. “FUCK KELIS! She don’t know my life!”
why didn’t anyone tell me the civil wars were so fucking good?
Fifth Harmony - Stay (Rihanna cover) (by OfficialFifthHarmony)
Once again, another Rihanna song, improved a million times over sung by someone else.
Rudy Francisco - “My Honest Poem”
Rudy Francisco is what’s up.
BNV Finals: Denver Round Three (by YOUTHSPEAKS)
IF ANYONE KNOWS OF (or wants to take the time out to write) A TRANSCRIPTION OF THIS POEM PLEASE POST IT/SEND IT TO ME
I THINK I LOVE IT BUT I CAN ONLY MAKE OUT 40-50% OF WHAT THEY’RE SAYING
Catalina Ferro - “Emergency Exit Row”
“Excuse me, Ms. Flight Attendant, ma’am, I do not believe that I am capacitated to sit in the emergency exit row of this aircraft. I was told to speak up.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy, like she’s never heard this before, she surveys me looking for missing limbs and says,
“And why are you not capacitated?”
I say, “Because I don’t particularly want the responsibility. I believe that in the unlikely event that I or anyone else survives the graceless plummet to earth of this metal tinderbox, of this winged, riveted coffin, in the event that there is an emergency evacuation, I will be unavailable to assist you in saving the lives of the three hundred other immaculate souls that will need to be siphoned through the ridiculously small hole in this here window. Chances are, to tell you the truth, that if I manage to gather enough of my shit together to even open the special pressure hatch, I’m gonna be adios muchachos faster than you can say ‘700 tons of highly flammable jet fuel’. Don’t look for me. I will be negotiating the terms of my survival with the coyotes or the sharks, which ever apply. Which means that I’m gonna be making damn sure that they eat you first: And if they don’t, I will.”
Jeanann Verlee - "Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls with Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair"
Fat Girl by Megan Falley
Fat girl, fat jokes.
Fat girl, skinny friends.
Fat girl stand next to fatter people to look thin.
Fat girl, fat camp, five years.
Fat girl lost 2 pounds and you didn’t notice.
Fat girl love your garlic bread.
Fat girl, vegan.
Fat girl, but red velvet cupcake taste so delicious.
(They do, try them)
Fat girl, pretty face.
Fat girl, Dean’s list.
Fat girl want fries with that.
Fat girl, don’t touch her stomach.
Fat girl, turn the lights off.
Fat girl, keep her t-shirt on.
Fat girl not pregnant.
Fat girl, food baby.
Fat girl named her dog taco.
Fat girl, bad bulimic.
Fat girl, binge and no purge.
Fat girl can’t even throw up right.
Fat girl unbutton her pants at dinner.
Fat girl heard, “nothing tastes as good a thin feels.”
Fat girl certain spicy, crunchy tuna rolls taste better than being thin feels.
Fat girl threw out her scale.
Fat girl, you are what you eat.
Fat girl, double stuffed Oreos.
Fat girl got her father’s genes.
Fat girl’s brother didn’t.
Fat girl’s friends come over to stare her brother’s chiseled abdominals
And ignore fat girl.
Fat girl don’t hate her body.
Fat girl hate the world.
Fat girl, fat mouth.
Fat girl, fatter fist.
Fat girl, fuck you.
Fat girl, heart so fat it needs it own zip code.
Fat girl, heart so fat, it uses the equator as its belt.
Fat girl, seafood diet: fat girl see food, fat girl eat it.
Fat girl heard all the jokes.
Fat girl finish the punch line before you do.
Fat girl cry in private.
Fat girl, thick skin.
Fat girl, dance anyway.
Fat girl, shirt off.
Fat girl, lights on.
Fat girl, lights on.
By Megan Ryland, Content Intern
“Fat Girl” is a fantastic piece that always leaves me smiling, although it isn’t a laugh-riot all the way through. The journey to unapologetic self-love is not always paved with rainbows and self-esteem. Sure, they show up, but there is also some crying in private. Also, potentially, some crying in public. Sometimes it springs from a place of hurt and anger and vulnerability. Sometimes, self-love is still coming from that place. Megan Falley’s poem is a beautiful example of taking a term that has been used against her and making it a part of her story of empowerment. When she reaches to the crescendo of the poem, shame has faded out of the frame. There is self-acceptance and defense mechanisms and joy and movement through challenges. Most of all, I love that the narrator never makes excuses for how she feels; both her shame and her pride do not need an explanation or justification. She is taking us on her journey. She doesn’t need excuses for her truth. To me, she is the definition of unapologetic here.