Vivid demise guides
Me; can anyone hear me?
Why won't you save me?
What numbs me worthless,
The vast veer of intention,
Why won't it take me?
Into inaudible cries
For mental relief-
I've been working on long poems, with these stories, I kinda just wanted to make something small, but with a bigger meaning. I hope I did that in this one.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
How funny it is that when you describe a girl you call her pretty, call her beautiful, call her gorgeous.
Our girls grow up with the only compliments they receive to be ones remarking their bodies and yet we wonder why we can't get them to eat.
They grow up believing wither consciously or unconscious they are judges by the bodies.
That the size of their jeans is their caste.
That if they aren't pretty they are nothing.
Our little girls slather on the makeup and step into their heels smile till the corners of their mouths crack as if life was a beauty pageant and success and happiness were prizes to be won.
When you describe a boy you call his strong, call him tough, call him powerful.
Put the weight of the world in his hands and hope he can handle it.
Our men lead the way and our girls follow.
Why when you see a girl you never call her intelligent, call her resourceful, call her powerful.
Imagine a world where little girls weren't just bodies.
They were the daughters of destiny and the friends of fate.
They could do anything, and they were told that from the second they could listen.
Imagine if our girls could look past their bodies, could pus aside shame and hate and learn to love the vessels.
Imagine if our girls were powerful.
Such as a beam of light
Or a dream
Gently drifting into my meditation
a gust of hot summer wind
Stop at beyond life
the air is crisply cold
Quiet time and space
We smile at each other
Willing to be you
Travel through time
Thousands of years passed
Can be slow or long
The heart stays still as a pond of water
When I look deep into you
Your eyes are so desireless and glowing happily
Like clear fairy dust falling into my life
Such unforgettable moments
Sometimes silently sob
Sometimes fly with the wind