Halsey's "a story like mine" speech in NYC at Womens March 2018

“A Story Like Mine” poem from today’s #WomensMarch2018 in NYC

— h (@halsey) January 20, 2018

It’s 2009 and I’m 14 and I’m crying

Not really sure where I am but I’m holding the hand of my best friend Sam

In the waiting room of a Planned Parenthood

The air is sterile and clean, and the walls are that not grey, but green

And the lights are so bright they could burn a whole through the seam of my jeans

My phone is buzzing in the pocket

My mom is asking me if I remembered my keys ’cause she’s closing the door and she needs to lock it

But I can’t tell my mom where I’ve gone

I can’t tell anyone at all

You see, my best friend Sam was raped by a man that we knew ’cause he worked in the after-school program

And he held her down with her textbook beside her

And he covered her mouth and he came inside her

So now I’m with Sam, at the place with a plan, waiting for the results of a medical exam

And she’s praying she doesn’t need an abortion, she couldn’t afford it

And her parents would, like, totally kill her

It’s 2002 and my family just moved and the only people I know are my mom’s friends, too, and her son

He’s got a case of Matchbox cars and he says that he’ll teach me to play the guitar if I just keep quiet

And the stairwell beside apartment 1245 will haunt me in my sleep for as long as I am alive

And I’m too young to know why it aches in my thighs, but I must lie, I must lie

It’s 2012 and I’m dating a guy and I sleep in his bed and I just learned how to drive

And he’s older than me and he drinks whiskey neat and he’s paying for everything

This adult thing is not cheap

We’ve been fighting a lot, almost 10 times a week

And he wants to have sex, and I just want to sleep

He says I can’t say no to him

This much I owe to him

He buys my dinner, so I have to blow him

He’s taken to forcing me down on my knees

And I’m confused ’cause he’s hurting me while he says please

And he’s only a man, and these things he just needs

He’s my boyfriend, so why am I filled with unease?

It’s 2017 and I live like a queen

And I’ve followed damn near every one of my dreams

I’m invincible and I’m so fucking naive

I believe I’m protected ’cause I live on a screen

Nobody would dare act that way around me

I’ve earned my protection, eternally clean

Until a man that I trust gets his hands in my pants

But I don’t want none of that, I just wanted to dance

And I wake up the next morning like I’m in a trance and there’s blood

Is that my blood?

Hold on a minute

You see I’ve worked every day since I was 18

I’ve toured everywhere from Japan to Mar-a-Lago

I even went on stage that night in Chicago when I was having a miscarriage

I mean, I pied the piper, I put on a diaper

And sang out my spleen to a room full of teens

What do you mean this happened to me?

You can’t put your hands on me

You don’t know what my body has been through

I’m supposed to be safe now

I earned it

It’s 2018 and I’ve realized nobody is safe long as she is alive

And every friend that I know has a story like mine

And the world tells me we should take it as a compliment

But then heroes like Ashley and Simone and Gabby, McKayla and Gaga, Rosario, Aly

Remind me this is the beginning, it is not the finale

And that’s why we’re here

And that’s why we rally

It’s Olympians and a medical resident and not one fucking word from the man who is President

It’s about closed doors and secrets and legs and stilletos from the Hollywood hills to the projects in ghettos

When babies are ripped from the arms of teen mothers and child brides cry globally under the covers

Who don’t have a voice on the magazine covers

They tell us take cover

But we are not free until all of us are free

So love your neighbor, please treat her kindly

Ask her story and then shut up and listen

Black, Asian, poor, wealthy, trans, cis, Muslim, Christian 

Listen, listen and then yell at the top of your lungs

Be a voice for all those who have prisoner tongues

For the people who had to grow up way too young

There is work to be done

There are songs to be sung

Lord knows there’s a war to be won

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Lindsay Lohan wreaks havoc while visiting New York City for fashion week

Lindsay Lohan during fashion week in NYC

Lohan in NYC showing off her busty bust

(Friday, Sep 16, 2011) Damn, as if she hasn't gotten herself into any more trouble then she needs to be already, Lindsay Lohan continued her reign of destruction and upheaval during New York City's Fashion Week when she threw more than a tantrum at the V Magazine Black and White Ball at The Standard Hotel. 

The Cut reports that without warning Lindsay Lohan stood up from where she was hanging out with a friend and threw a drink -- glass and all -- hitting a cocktail waitress.

Lohan's aim wasn't that great because she reportedly screamed at the waitress, "Not you, him!" pointing to a man in a white T-shirt.

That man was V magazine photographer Jasper Rischen who confirmed the incident when he tweeted:

"Wow. Lindsay Lohan is as trashy as they always say. She threw drinks and glasses to me as we tried to take a shot for @vmagazine. C.*.*.t."

Lohan must have found it horrible that a photographer who works for the magazine of the party she was attending would have the audacity to try to photograph her.

But the evening's drama didn't end there. According to The Cut, the 25 year old actress along with designer Cynthia Rowley and another friend moved to another section of the bar, "sucker-punching a seemingly innocent bystander as she walked past."

And then in what might have been the strangest part of the night, the website reports that the bar's lights went up and the music went off, and a man yelled "She's bleeding!" The Cut explained:

Medics surrounded a brunette woman, lying with her black sheer-stocking-ed legs elevated on a white leather couch, adjacent to where Lohan had been sitting. When they lifted her up to place her on a stretcher, the back of her black dress was soaked in blood and broken glass, a security guard confirmed after she had been rolled out. By then, the crowd had thinned out.

Wild child Lindsay Lohan may be responsible for putting an abrupt end to 

      V magazine‘s bash at the Standard Hotel’s Boom Boom room last night in NYC

According to the blog Scallywag And Vagabond, no one is sure if Lohan is to blame, but from the looks of it the woman was hurt badly. With Lindsay's history of legal troubles, she better hope it had nothing to do with her glass throwing antic because this is the last thing she wants to be involved in .

Lindsay Lohan Throws A Glass At A Photographer, Misses And Hits A Cocktail Waitress At Fashion Week Party:

Apple Store is NYC's Most Photographed Attraction

Pictured here is the Apple's iconic Fifth Avenue store in New York City (the store is actually underground)

Times Square and Rockefeller Center often top the must-see list for New York City-bound tourists, but the Lourve-inspired Apple store on Fifth Avenue is surprisingly the number one most photographed attraction in Manhattan.

Researcher Eric Fischer mapped and analyzed millions of photos on flickr that were taken throughout the city and looked at their geo-tagged information -- such as time and date they were shot --to determine patterns of interest.

Although the sleek glass exterior of the Fifth Avenue Apple store gets the most pictures, Rockefeller Center (no. 2), Columbus Circle (no. 3) and Times Square (no. 4) were also on the list.