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"You need a beautiful boy,
A boy who is good
With his hands,
A boy with a universe in
And protects you from
A boy who makes your body sing,
A boy with a living, beating heart, who will
Keep your mind occupied”
Well, here’s the thing
I’m almost twenty and
I haven’t met “the one”
I haven’t even felt the first
Furtive, fiery trickles of love.
As a college student I picture my
Future often. Three or four times a day, and subtlety handsome,
In-line-for-promotion, trying-find-himself Prince Charming,
Isn’t included in it.
My mother talks about grandbabies.
She is alone. She wants something
My friends start to settle
Down. First it’s acceptance
Letters I get the mail,
Now baby shower updates and
Engagement party invites.
The world is starting to press in,
And a little voice asks,
“Is it you?”
Is it me?
I hope so. I hope when I’m walking
Down the street to one of my two
Jobs or perhaps a
Environmental club meeting,
Men only catch the whiff of my
Long black hair. I hope I startle boys
Deep down in their core when
I look them straight in the eye
No was a word I was never taught.
But now it’s something I let roll off
My tongue like a sweet
I want to savour for a long time.
I hope while my friends are telling
Me all about their Mr. Rights,
I can still tell them about all the other
Things that are still out there.
I will become good with my hands
When I make partner, and can finally
Build my ailing Indian mother a home.
With age I will grow tall like a tree, and stars will pour from my eyes from all the universes I have seen.
I will learn to not be afraid of the dark. I will protect myself.
My body will sing
with the constant life
I will lead.
It will not lead me.
I will plan with years ahead
left to travel, learn, and listen.
I will swim
the English Channel.
I will watch
the sun rise over Machu Pichu.
I will visit the elephant sanctuaries of Thailand.
I will not regret a thing.
My heart beats louder than any lion in any pride.
I am woman,
hear me roar.
I am everywhere. I am every book, every raindrop,
every kick drum to every song.
My soul feels
like cold earth.
Breath me in.
And for my mind, it needs no man to occupy it.
The constant blinding, enticing sun of my future occupies my brain enough .
I am not deterred.
It’s tangible. It has a hot taste between my teeth.
I want to reach out and
grab it with both hands.
You know what,
I think I will.
if i ever met satan the first thing i would say is “did it hurt…when you fell from heaven??” It would be hilarious. The next thing I would do is probably burst into flame and get impaled dozens of times but it would still be hilarious
Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall
sharp rocks at the bottom?
bring it on
my grandpa used to water the plants every week and there was a lil frog that would come out and croak until my grandpa sprinkled some water on him and he loved that frog so much
Adults teach you to stand up for yourself and fight for what you believe in until what you believe in is different than what they believe in.
truer words have never been spoken