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From Cherry Bomb Zine, Issue #2

Issue #2 coming soon!

jigsawyouthzine:

I got my cherrybombzine today! What a lovely surprise. Thank you so much to Julie for printing AND sending it from Canada. Maybe you guys should purchase a copy and read all the wonderful entries,

JY x

Ah I’m so glad you liked it!! Your submission made it complete <3

If you guys haven’t checked out jigsaw youth, then you totally should. an extremely kickass woman with some serious talent in writing and art. The article “I Am” was written by her, you can check it out here

Does anyone have any ideas on issues or things that relate to feminist issues that should be brought to people’s awareness?

If so let me know - I need some ideas for the next issue of the zine!

And as always, submit away if there is something you’d like to be heard for! The next issue can’t come out until we’ve got enough to publish, so consider this your sign :)

The new issue is on it’s way!

I’m so sorry for the lack of updates, I was hospitalized twice and between that and catching up on school.. it’s been a crazy time. BUT the new issue of Cherry Bomb is gonna be kickass, I can’t wait to start posting some of the submissions! There is still time to submit for the second issue if you’ve got something to get off your chest.   I hope you are all having a fantastic week, take care <3

Revolution Grrrl Style Now!

Write.

Photograph.

Remember.

Draw.

Scream.

Journal.

Educate.

Rant.

Revolt.

Then share what you’ve come up with with other grrrls around the world through Cherry Bomb Zine! No submission goes unpublished, everything is good enough. 

Voice yourself.

Be heard.

Submit.

I am my own brand of woman.

Cherry Bomb, Rocket Queen, a megaphone for my generation.

My compassion is as soft as a sparrow’s wings,

But my thoughts are loud and I won’t back down.

Don’t try to stop be.

I am paving the way for a new equality

Refusing to swallow the artificial sweetener society tries to shove down my throat.

I will not let my uterus be a hindrance.

My heart breaks for the girls who are

starving

cutting

hurting

burning

crying

dying

overdosing

numbing

And I will fight for them until my death.

I don’t care who you are

I will not tolerate your abuse.

My essence is gentle as a lamb,

But I road and scream at the one’s that tell my generation to be

thin

popular

sexy

perfect

pretty

rich

bitchy

Everything but who you really are.

They come around you and try to strip you of your personality,

Shove you naked into a group where everyone wants to belong

But no one ever really will.

Stand strong and fight back

And hold your head high when they spit your name.

You are perfect to me.