Norah Smyth was brought up in Great Barrow, the small Cheshire village where I live. Her father was a wealthy corn merchant originally from Ireland & their home, Barrowmore Hall, destroyed by a stray German bomb in WW2 was one of the county's finest Victorian country houses.  She was an activist for social change and a close friend of (and chauffeur to) the Pankhursts, using most of her £30,000 in...

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The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you

She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after

She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...

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(Just a note, that this is supposed to be set in the suffragette era)

We have a dream

That one day we’ll be more than our looks

More than our fathers or husbands accomplishments

We want to be valued for our intelligence

We have a dream

To have the possibility for success

To be more than wives, mothers, and maids

We want to have our chance at greatness

We h...

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I never knew How beautiful brown eyes were until I stared into his. 

I never knew that I liked high defined cheekbones until I purposely made him laugh just so I could admire him. 

I never knew tattoos looked so good on caramel brown skin. 

I never knew I could fall in love with him. 

I never ever knew you could lie with someone who isn’t the one you love. 

I never knew yo...

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Here we ask is the media and the cosmetics industry as oppressive to women as the Islamic burqua?

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