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Danielle Shorr Nov 2013
She walks backwards faking a laugh, a slight smile framing her face, i can tell she is not fully comfortable. The way she is clutching on to her drink and the wandering eyes clue me in to her feelings of easiness. His level of drunk is complete opposite of her, she is sober, he is towering over and his hands just barely touching her, but i can see it in his eyes. His intentions are that of someone who is not fully innocent, and i know for a fact that what he wants is more than just to form a new friendship, he wants something else. He leans in a little bit more and she lets out a nervous laugh as she backs into a wall. Thats when my voice calls out for him to back off. I tell him that shes clearly not interested, that his advances are not wanted, his slurred words are not compliments and what hes doing has a name its called ****** harrassment. He moves back and puts his hands up as if to say im not guilty of anything. After he ends up on the other side of the room She looks to me, lets out a relieved sigh, a smile on her face, she mouths thank you. I nod because this isnt the first time ive seen a situation like this but is the first time ive truly recognized it, this is the first time ive ever spoke up. And i feel good about it, relieved.
Later in the night he approaches me. Still drunk and reeking of hard liquor he looks at me and says you totally killed my game. Now i have two options. I could either apologize and pretend like his actions were completely okay or do the opposite and say how i really feel. Before even making a concsious decision i look up and say it's not a game, if theres only one player. I turn around and walk away. Now i know people would say that if she really didnt want it that she would have gotten up and walked away herself but see i know this isnt true. Girls, including myself, have been taught something else when were in situations like this. Society teaches us to be polite and nice as if disrespect deserves anything but the opposite, girls were taught to smile and shrug it off as if unwanted ****** advances are something we can just shrug off. As if **** is a game and were just supposed to play along. Girls, why do we act polite? Why when were uncomfortable and ill at ease do we plaster on a smile and pretend like this is how things are supposes to be, this is not how its supposed to be. We have the right to stand up and say no. We have the right to stand up and say go away i dont want you. We have the right to look you in the eye and tell you to *******, we are not voiceless creatures, we are strong Fearless women who need to look out for eachother because I learned along time ago that if we dont, noone else will. So stand up when you see her being cornered by a stranger, speak out when you see him drape his arms around her, if she seems nervous, make her feel secure, because if you look out for someone when they cant find the words to get away then someday they might just do the same for you. **** being polite and sweet and nice, it is your ******* right to say how you feel, dont ever be afraid to voice your uncomfort, you are not alone. And I was alone the night that the same situation happened to me and at the time society had forced me to believe that all i could do was just smile and stand there powerless and weak. I wish that someone had seen the uncertainty in my eyes and body language, i wish that someone had stood up and told him to back off, i wish that i had had the voice to speak up. And even though i didnt then, im speaking up now. Im speaking up for all the girls like me, girls who consantly are in these situations, the polite victims who couldnt find it in them to tell him to leave them alone, for the girls who are shamed for saying no, for the girls who get called *****, it is not your fault you werent asking for it. For the girl whos smiling despite extreme uneasiness, i want you to know im looking out for you. And as for every girl out there, you should be too.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel but its so far away you want to reach it but you cant the light you yearn for you think is unreachable but really its actually closer than you think everyone is always looking for that light but only the ones who believe they can reach it will this amazing light comes in many forms sometimes it comes in the form of an idea or it my come in the form of a friend a very close friend but some people never reach this light and they go through life consantly yearning for this amazing light but they are a million steps away from this light this amazing light changes your whole life this amazing light is and always will be the future
The truth is that I just made this up as I went along , the title was the first thing that popped in my head so I just went along with it. I dedicate this to my good friend Melanie or as she is on here Melody, thank you Mel you are my insperation.
Blouth Minders May 2020
If I die today.
Would I be alive tomorrow?
In minds. Of those who loved me.
Or would I be buried under the ground like my body?

If I die today.
Will the whole world stop spinning 'round?
Or not. Like nothing ever happened at all.
Just another body buried under the ground.

What I've done, and people I've faced,
would it matter, or go unnoticed?
Would it leave a footprint of someone important and kind?
Or just a faded memory in a corner of some nobody's mind.

If I die today.
Would I be alive tomorrow?
In minds. Of those who loved me.
Or would I be buried under the ground like my body?

If I die today.
Will the whole world stop spinning 'round?
Or not. Like nothing ever happened at all.
Just another body buried under the ground.

Wind will blow, and rain will fall,
but will the Sun still be shining over everything I've done?
No one knows, and no one wonders.
No one, but me and my troubled mind.

Constant thinking and overanalyzing has got me so far,
but when you see me
my smile is consantly on.

You see, life is tough and everyone is acting...
As if everything's fine and merry!
But, when you see me, all smiling and gleeful...
Know that I'm thinking:

If I die today...
Would I be alive tomorrow?
In minds. Of those who loved me.
Or... would I be buried under the ground like my body?

If I die today.
Will the whole world stop spinning 'round?
Or not. Like nothing ever happened at all.
...just another body buried. under. the ground.

— The End —