BODY IMAGE Poem: my seam, by Isabella Bullock

I cram into a tiny pocket hem
I try to try to blame my appetite
my belt is snug and sitting I expand
from loop to loop from loose to loose still tight
yet miles of meals of mass control my waist
this flesh my flesh yet mine not known unknown
to part my love to love my own not taste
each morning weeping hoping to shed stone
tomorrow brings another space for more
when I no longer wait for hunger’s ease
I’ll chew a new and break the bread before
the bells that bring the seals pry out a please

remember in our youth, all night alone
we ate that cake, left nothing left but bone

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By femalefilmfestival

The irony of this festival is that its goal is to not be around in 5 years time. To eventually not be relevant because there is zero need to have a festival geared for female talent and female stories because the stories presented in Hollywood and around the world are a balanced showcase of the human experience from both sexes. Our goal is to achieve a lot of success and then fold into oblivion simply because there is no need for this festival. This festival was created by the FEEDBACK Film & Writing Festival as a simple reaction to a strong need to showcase female talent from around the world in a more profound way. When putting together the weekly festival, the administration noticed a lack of a female presence in the stories being shown at the festival. A classic example and analogy to the frustration is how the festival noticed that even the smaller roles in a screenplay were written for a man to play. There was zero reason for this in many stories. How a police officer, or a political campaign manager, for example with 3-4 lines in a screenplay was a "HE" character. Why? And these are the screenplays written by the winners! The talented one who have obtained agents and have began/beginning their careers as a writer.

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