you ask for a definition but does anything have a definition? the universe for example is always changing definitions don't account for change therefore the universe is undefinable there is no definition for me because of that same reason i am always changing and definitions do not account for change i am undefinable seven billion people in the world and no definitions capable of describing them and their change we are, all of us undefinable i am the *** girl, the depressed kid the photographer but that will change (maybe not the *** part) everything else, though- i will be in a better place eventually i don't know where that place is or how people will try to define me but truly i am as vast and as beautiful and as undefinable as the universe and everything in it we are undefinable.
Everything is so much more interesting without definitions, anyway.
Guilt: The powerful emotion that encourages us to rethink everything. We’re never sure who it belongs to, because sometimes everyone harbors it inside, and other times, no one does. Acceptance: Ambiguous, in the aspect that sometimes we convince ourselves we’re accepted something when we really haven’t— and that instance actually aids the acceptance process. Love: Melds our hearts together, melts them, and crushes them in the end, in a cruel twist. Crush: Someone we almost/maybe love, that has the potential of breaking you, fixing you, or straight up crushing you.
you claim i am unkind swearing it by the dullness of my eyes the sharpness of my tongue the coldness of my hands
you swore it by the way i lunged at anything that threatened me anything that would protrude the barrier i had built around myself
but where were you when my eyes were their bright blue hue when my tongue wasn’t sharp but soft and sweet and i didn’t flinch at the harshness of others
where were you before the world got to me and made me cold where were you when i warmed myself back up finding everything light in the world learning to love again
you claim i am unkind which is fine nobody is nice all of the time but you only saw one moment you didn’t see yesterday you didn’t see tomorrow you saw me battling the darkness when i let the rotting, define me
where were you when i stopped letting the world define, me and i began to define myself
I'm struggling with what it means to be a woman. Does it mean that I am always in competition to be the top of my species? Does it mean that I need to be perfect without a single curve out of line in order to find love? Does it mean that I am only defined when owned by a man? Does it mean that I can only find purpose in childbirth? Does it mean that I will forever live in the shadow of men? Does it mean that I am an object invented solely for a man's pleasure? Does it mean that I'm forced to confine to gender roles and live in someone else's story? Does it mean that I'm supposed to accept it when I'm harassed from across the street? Does it mean that I'm supposed to lie there silent when he puts his hands up my skirt? Does it mean that I am only worth 77 cents to a man’s dollar? Does it mean that I am defined by my looks rather than my intelligence? Does it mean that I will never be capable of holding a major position of power due to my mood swings? Does it mean that I am defined by how many men I have had *** with? Or does it mean something else entirely. It's difficult learning to love being a woman. Obvious and damaging disadvantages are visible to observers. We are regarded as second best, property of our man. We are erased from history, our pain is minimized and forgotten. We are oppressed and have to fight for our rights. We are afraid to walk the streets at night, afraid for our lives. We are harassed without care and without penalty. We are ***** and murdered for refusing proposals. We are expected to live on the sidelines as a housewife whose only priority should be her children. We are expected to keep quiet in situations of domestic abuse. We are expected to be perfect, and pretty, fresh for a man’s picking. We can’t even advocate for our own equality without being demonized. There are times where I wish I wasn’t a woman. Being a woman comes with innumerable expectations, pressures, and responsibilities. My existence is not defined by a man, or by the patriarchal expectations that have been placed on me. I am breaking free of my confinements and I’m not afraid to admit that, I'm struggling with what it means to be a woman. And that's okay. //sarahmann
9:06PM Wednesday, September 6, 2017 There are so many struggles that you face as someone who identifies as a woman. Here is a poem that highlights one of those days where I was grappling with what the definition of being a woman is supposed to mean.
**** is possessive, love is selfless Infatuation is fleeting, love is everyday Fear of rejection or abandonment are rooted in insecurity, but love is steadfast. Love is trust. Love is in the little things, the way you write my name or smile at me after complimenting me. You make it easy to fall in love. Love isn't easy, it takes work.
What really is the definition of insanity? Is it confusing dreams with reality? Or having imaginary friends when you are too old for them. Is it listening to your thoughts when engaging in a conversation with people? Or is it having different people replying for you. Am I sane or am I crazy ??
You speak of ******* And I just want to make love Our first time was more the latter Our second the former What an interesting combination Love and **** I've never felt as connected to someone emotionally As I do when having *** with you Because I can usually disconnect the two Except with you Except with you