I wish i loved you in the 90's we would've met running from the cops together a punk nightclub behind us smears of maroon and black lipstick on our collarbones the neon green admittance stamp on the backs of our hands fading away into nothingness- the work of spilled beer and sweat- maybe your lip split open in the chaos so when I would've kissed you the first time it'd taste like blood and something indescribable; a dream dropped form the top shelf shattered into a million pieces on the hardwood floor only broken things can fix broken things so maybe that potential kiss would've solved the universe. if not the 90s, maybe the first decade of a new century a teen's midsummer night's dream; everyone moving everyone screaming the band onstage yelling something we can't hear but we burst our lungs out anyways you turn around, see me, and the rest would've been history
Be a woman don't wear baggy clothing look attractive NONONONONONONONONONO don't be tempting or seducing or sexy; men can't help themselves.
Be a woman keep your head high speak your voice and your mind NONONONONONONONONONO be quiet; your opinion doesn't matter because you're a girl
Be a woman eat salads and sandwiches and fruits eat everything NONONONONONONONONONO you eat too much, go on a diet
omg look at her she's so skinny she obviously has body image issues she doesn't love herself why can't she be happy with her body? i liked her before her diet no man will want a woman that thin she should see a doctor something's wrong with her
Be a woman
Be the light in the room smile sparkle brimming with confidence NONONONONONONONONONO
I am floating in an ocean of tears trying to not melt & fade away become one with everyone else when a boat comes along i know they're different i know they're not meant to be ere & yet they are scientist at heart; curiosity my drug i float let the tears part & give way for me & for a moment i am happy because maybe just this once the ship won't steer away. we move closer and closer & then i see it the slight shift in direction they've seen my danger beneath the surface; they don't want me anymore. i stop moving but it's too late & we crash another boat at the bottom of the sea another time i shatter into pieces but sooner or later i freeze myself back together & i spot another ship. at some point you'd think I'd know better.
Their lamps constantly flickering – begging for someone anyone to stop by and say hello, acknowledge their existence. The houses are small and squashed together, but no one feels discomfort. They each know their neighbors and beyond. They like it that way. During the night time slows almost but never pauses and the people come out, girls with their hair braided, careful works of their mothers, boys with their hands tucked in their pockets, careful works of the universe, everyone else with their voices and they gather around, not a fire, but rather the aftermath. The hot coals burn neon red and orange and the people tell their stories, the universe intently watching them, allowing a hesitant silence in the world. During the day they resume their lives as "normal" people but they know their place in the stars,
how do you write a story when the words just aren't there or they're out of reach floating above your head- fingers skimming the bottom of them every time you try to jump back in control- but they tease you always dressed in grey silk so you never know what they truly are (isn't it funny how that can be applied to so many other things?) they always say "speak up" but when we ready our guns loaded with our personal truths they pull up their shields bouncing our bullets back towards us labelling us as the victim saying it's our fault & sooner or later we stop trying we stop talking we stop attempting to make them understand to be heard & we place tape over our mouths but they drew the stencil they bought the tape they guided our fingers to press it down over our voice sometimes
do you ever get the feeling where your body goes completely still your mind completely silent nothing feels quite right – similar to dysphoria but in a way more intense and you just sit or stand watching or listening to something regardless of it being the news or just the world and at first you have no clue how to react?
to every kid that has died in a school shooting to every kid that has been traumatized in a school shooting to every woman who just got their rights to their bodies taken away to every person who has been denied health care to every person who now has a mountain to climb every time you try to vote:
I am sorry. this should not be happening we should have our rights regardless of what they may be regardless of which ones you might be passionate about
we're all human and yet sometimes it feels like with the rights I have being taken away
i talked to someone today i talked to a man in canada over a chatroom he didn't say much we chatted back and forth nonverbally he asked me did a cripple deserve love
i said yes because everyone does
he asked me why because i was the first person he'd ever talked to that said yes and i told him everyone deserves someone and physical ability doesn't define what a person is neither does apperance or an impulsive choice they make you cannot determine who a person is just by what they might be
everyone has dreams i asked him what his was and he described being with the love of his life captured every moment in lightened detail painted an image i could see clearly and i could imagine it for him i could see him making his dreams a reality
but he didn't believe me he said he'd been turned down to 700 jobs 700
