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The Untold Story of Beauty Pageants: Beyond Sex and Love
In a society where sensationalism and stereotypes are common, the subject of beauty pageants is controversial. Supporters of these contests promote female empowerment and the appreciation of many forms of beauty, while critics claim that they objectify women and reduce them to nothing more than symbols of physical perfection. A lesser-known tale, meanwhile, is intertwined with this controversy: the untold tale of beauty pageants surpassing ideas of sex and love.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsWordology part three
Letter A for art love it through my poems from the bottom of my heart, Letter B for a battle have yours in your life strong like a king doing from his casttle,
el hariti adilPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsWhen is your Birthday
Hey when is your birthday Ask me in December It has already past the way I already told you Why won't you remember? Is that On May
Mythos and logos
Language is memory Remembered not learned Encoded in neurons Computed in synapses. _ How else did this violent ape arrive at this
Roderick MakimPublished a day ago in PoetsDoes traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsOblivious
Joe’s Emo Poem I’m stuck in purgatory, you have my ticket out but forgot to give it to me. - A lifeless metal shell
My footprints in the sand of life.
In the sands of time, I am leaving my mark, my footprints, Footprints etched in this earth, in light or darkness. With each step I take, I hope to blaze a trail,
Alecia HarriottPublished a day ago in PoetsNightmares
Revisit your last nightmare. What do you think your subconscious was trying to tell you? Rupi Kaur’s Gratitude Writing Prompts
Denise E LindquistPublished a day ago in PoetsBeautiful Lies
The Truth pretends to be Roses and sun Flaunting false smiles and joy As she collects dreamers Tied tight, round her fingers,
Holly NacePublished a day ago in PoetsMaking Time
If Time had wandered weary in And sat him down to drink, And whispered in his weary voice "I have no time to think", I'd take my father's face to mine
Hannah MoorePublished a day ago in PoetsKeys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSing Sirens Sing
a strange book lies closed ecstasy of completion? or wonders yet found? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Matthew FrommPublished 2 days ago in Poets