Never ever ever ever ever settle
For anything less than what you’re worth
"you shall be transformed"
Truly, what a magical, surprising and beautiful gift life is.
3am and my mind is as sharp as a razor tack. 3am and thinking about relatives from a lost time in North Korea. 3am and dreaming up my life plans because. Because. It is never ever ever ever “too late.” 3am and solidifying my dreams and goals and ambitions. 3am and reaffirming all that I stand for. Universe. Hello. Past. Goodbye. I let it all go free.
This whole fantasy of having to “tame” a man to prove your worth as a woman is a total heap of dog shit on fire.
If anyone needs to be caught and tied down it’s a real bitch who is fierce in her independence. You better convince me that my self-liberation and freedom is worth giving up for you, man.
The quintessential glass ceiling
It’s terrible what women have to face in the workforce, but what is far beyond more damaging and hindering to progress than stigmatisms, prejudices, sexism and a glass ceiling, is what females do to EACH OTHER in the workplace.
Time to be all the great things I claim to know inside and externalize them in my actual waking life. The end.
The truth of the matter is,
Is that people will treat you however you ALLOW them to treat you. It is your job to decide, what is acceptable for YOU, and also realize that people are not going to just bow down and show you respect - you have earn it and sometimes demand it. And if it doesn’t follow, if their behavior is unacceptable to you in the sense that you would never treat anyone in that way, then it is your time to walk away.
Create the standards you want for yourself, know how to voice them and ask for them, and get comfortable doing so. It is an exercise of your own RIGHT, not something you are imposing inconveniently on others to set the bar in how you want to be treated.
One Day Very Soon
I set a sage stick on fire tonight
Snuffed it out
And let the smoldering
And rainbow colored string
And dried lavender
And rose petals
Waft through my tiny little apartment
Into the fibers of the carpet and pores of the paint
Hiding demons and negative nightmares
That sometimes creep into my skin
And invade the muscular folds of tissue
Inside my brain
Lately I have been completely disconnected to both people and things
I painted my lips crimson red
And stared back at the mysterious eyes boring holes into my own eyes through the mirror
I sometimes think
And I want to carve my thoughts and my heart into a wall
A wall papered in flowers and yellowing at the corners slowly peeling a slow death like the skin of a tomato that sat for too long
So that maybe at least these words that come up through my esophagus and sit inside my mouth like jumbo white cottons balls that I can’t swallow and when I open wide in the hopes that they come sliding out they don’t
I’m getting full on empty nothing coming in or coming out
I wish I could grow wings and fly in the opposite direction of all the things that are wrong about me but then who would I be
And so in the meantime while I rewrite my tragedies I scribble my feelings into paper with charcoal in the hopes that if I press hard enough the paper will tear and I can fall through to the otherside
The otherside where my real side awaits