Society’s standards collect me. They grasp me by the hand and they drag me down to the ground They hiss at me and treat me like ****. They call me names and test my wits.
Society’s standards deteriorate me. They hold down my neck with force and pin me against the wall. Because my body’s 70% water and daddy’s getting thirsty. So they pin me down and force harsh words at me until I break, releasing all of my fluidity and individuality.
To society, I am a child. To society's standards, I am an adult that needs to comply. To both, I am a fragile woman that can and will be dominated for or against with or without my consent. And that needs to change.
Society’s standards are never told off, but we can erase them completely. Nobody can hiss at me and treat me like ****, They can't call me names or test my wits. The ****-hole that is society’s standards.
No idea why I wrote this or who I wrote it for, I guess my finger just slipped. oopsie
i am a lover of the sea as the stillness extends past the horizon as creatures make their way beneath the surface it is home to many kinds wild sinners run free secrets sink their way to the bottom where they hide their history for eternity people mistake the ocean for being clear blue but beneath the surface is a rainbow that bounces through the sun rays mermaid tails dolphin calls and fish that swim together the ocean is just like our world there's good things bad things there's beautiful things ugly things there's a whole world living in the ocean that we sink our feet into we neglect the fact that we invade their home when we throw a hook or ride a boat we harm their lives and make fish float the net that sits in the sea captures many lives and hurts many families the beauty that it beholds is being damaged by our own hands our own materials our own harmful ways i am a lover of the sea and i believe that we should let it be free.