Warm fingers,
tight grasp,
dreams are made
like this,
so kiss me air,
make it count,
give it to me.

sometimes i forget
the beauty of my life
when struggling with
issues
when locked into gear
when busy is only my
morning cup and the rest of the day frantic
when weary and fatigued
my socks and shoes
i forget that there are colours beyond black, blue
and beige.

and then you come knocking
on my hearts door...with
a bunch of red,orange yellow and pink gerberers
and a goofy smile.

and i remember my soul
and the goodness within..
and i remember your soul
and the goodness within
and then i look at the world
and love the beauty,
and the tragedy too.

and i smile ......
at the potential
of the world
within all it's craziness
and me within it
within all my craziness

and i think, time to get on
with it.... no one else can

Poetry *****!
It shows my vulnerability!
It shows my compassion,  my understanding.

Poetry *****!
It let's others like you know I am human.
It shows you I'm sensitive,
And come with not only my arms, but also my defenses down.

Poetry *****!
Even at my weakest times,
Even while completely open.
My strengths shine through,
Showing my real side,
Darkness and light, that I just can't subside.

i  base  my  worth
off of how my friends
treat  me,  how  many
beers i can drink before
the taste makes me sick,
and how many times i can
dial your old phone number
and listen to a stranger
remind me of how
disconnected
you are.

Born with this whisper, reminiscent of young Marilyn, Audrey, and Jackie, she says we must be the most beautiful creature to capture your attention.
She says to fear one another, for your sister may jeopardize your happiness.

She says winged eyeliner in a necessity.
She says pink is the new black.
No, purple.
No, it's black again.

She says you must care more for these things than books.
The key to prosperity for us is all in our looks.
She says to dream, but not so large that you scare away future prospects.
She says to marry a fortune, and covet thy last name.
She says vanity is the game.

But what if you learned she was really a he. That insecurity is a tool he uses against you. Women of history endured, so we could be more than what they have convinced us we are:
Baby makers.
Maids.
Strippers.
Victims.

Yet, as you walk up to the checkout, in whatever corrupt corporation's super market you shop, you still reach for the picture book that preaches submission to men. You still subscribe to "89 ways to change who you are in order to get a man". You still put toxins on your skin in hopes to become more attractive. You still judge each other without knowing the other's story.

But you haven't yet thought, " What if I was raised to believe being **** is being smart?"



The voice telling you "You can't" is your own.
The voice telling you "You never will" is oppression.
Isn't it about time we started teaching the infinite beauty of a woman's mind?

The more you know,
A dangerous game, though the rewards out measure danger
You must learn to accept your woe,
Learn to live without anger.

If you find yourself saying, "It's impossible."
There's something you must know.
The impossible is only improbable,
because you said it's so!