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Negative Body Image - By Mizeta Moon

Olive Oyl was tired of being skinny. She could turn sideways and people thought she left the room. She wanted to get a boob job but being a cartoon character didn’t pay much. Water balloons in her bra leaked and…

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Reluctant Participant - By Mizeta Moon

It was cold and the concrete was abrasive to the thin soles of her flimsy shoes. The wind kept lifting her short skirt and she wanted to seek shelter but with a sick child in a motel room she couldn’t…

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Beauty Contest - By Mizeta Moon

They are beautiful 

Each in their own way. 

Some short, some tall 

Some big, some small 

Every color of hair, skin, and eyes. 

Who lives inside the body 

Is the woman you should know. 

You can learn to touch them. 

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Romance - By Mizeta Moon

Sharing. 

A sense of peace between two people. 

Candlelight dinners, imported wine, 

Flowers for no reason other than it’s time. 

Time. 

To look deeply in her eyes. 

To really see the woman you love. 

To admire everything about her. 

Time. 

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Teardrops - By Mizeta Moon

An ocean of teardrops has been shed 

By millions of women long dead. 

By thousands today, 

Every moment, every hour, 

As love is lost or life turns sour. 

When kittens die, when babies cry, 

The feelings of women run like…

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Closing Time - By Mizeta Moon

The sinister looking fellow at the end of the bar made her nervous. His eyes followed her every move as she served customers, wiped the bar, and filled the dishwasher. She’d never seen him before because few strangers ventured down…

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Snow - By Mizeta Moon

Snow came early. By midnight the house was buried by frozen crystals blotting out the sky. No stars shone through the windows. A feeble fire flickered in a hearth unable to block the advance of entombment. The feeble old woman…

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Disillusionment - By Mizeta Moon

Since the hippie days, when everyone was on a quest to discover who they were, and find meaning for their lives, I wanted to go to India. Yogis and mystics were alluring with their grasp of eternal truths. Being from…

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Following orders - By Mizeta Moon

I was young and people expected me to swear allegiance to the flag. To fight for my country and die with valor to protect the dream. I was taught to fire a weapon and kill people I’d never met without…

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Dead end road - By Mizeta Moon

Her children disowned her because she was a crack whore. She’d do anything for a fix; even stealing from souls she birthed. Nothing was sacred. When she came to visit, she had to be watched like a hawk. The man…

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Afraid to sleep - By Mizeta Moon

“Why did you scream?” The nurse asked as she inspected my bandages and checked my temperature. The orderly stood by the door with muscles flexed like he expected to confront an intruder. When he saw there was nothing wrong, he…

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At the Market - By Mizeta Moon

I went to the Farmer’s Market to buy refrigerator magnets. They have the good ones there. Not all those cute sayings about how to live, be happy, and that kinda stuff. Theirs have pictures of carrots, broccoli, and the things…

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