03.08.17 // To Us, To Self, To All
This is a poem for International Women's Day, and one that I hope will make sense 365 days a year. You go.
when you’re told to be this
and said to have done that
it’s easy to forget
that the world is opaque and you can’t see through people’s wounds as easily as stereotypes make it seem
labels only scratch the surface of that glass,
forget about skin deep
we’re told that everybody is going to be looking at us so we should act a certain way
when in reality everybody is looking inwards to make sure they’re doing okay
standards made by people’s own insecurities hold us back from what we could really be
to all the women, the girls, the people who relate
life your fvcking life
you’re not doing it wrong
do what you can’t
limits equal less,
and for what?
you’re stuck, we’re stuck to
define yourself one way, the next day fvck that label and pass through
fluidity, is the key to our identity
if we label ourselves as one way or another we’ll just keep fighting what the best way to move forward is
I’m not just talking races, I’m talking classes, sexes, ALL
we rise when we ALL rise
humanity at the baseline us all.
So here’s to the strong,
which is you don’t you know.
You got up today,
did what they said you could never say, and said what you did was okay
because it is.
It is your life.
And our life is blessed
so don’t settle for less,
then you are already capable of doing
reality exists in the unthinkable.