Hurricane
Where I'm from, in June the winds get stronger at night, During the day everything is sunny and dry, and just like my mood, the weather can change with the blink of an eye, When you were born in the arms of a hurricane, moving its way into your home, trying to destroy every single thing you loved the dearest, Foolish men like you don't intimidate me,
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When the sun goes down,
while everyone else gets thrilled of excitement because the night life has just started, under hazy lights, gloomy skies, with more than a million stars sparkling and twinkling... and the moon as their shepherd, You sit there patiently waiting, For the hopeless romantics, A guide was never written instructing you how to love, or live and all of the above, In school they never taught you in sex-ed that some people will walk up and leave after they banged you, when you really would prefer to use the term 'make love', After dinner, you are anxious to go back to your room and stare at the sky, wondering, how would it feel like to be loved deeply in return? One(1) Even after how many times you manifested yourself, and how many times your stomach growled for it, We should know better before going to bed hungry for more love. Two(2) You deserve to go to bed whole, and rise back up brighter than the day before, don't break yourself to pieces for anyone. Three(3) If someone tells you after you boldly expressed and gave so much love in return, and all he has to say back is: "what do you want me to say" just cut the conversation short, otherwise you would be better off talking with yourself Four(4) Sometimes our love would be returned in pieces, never whole or as much as you gave, and thats okay, you are perfectly fine the way you are and some people just don't know how to love Five(5) Everything is either too much or just not about enough. You created roles for every person who 'made you fall' and get upset each time they refuse to play along, Six(6) This one is for the settler, the hopeless romantic who keeps wishing that your love would be returned back, wishing that he or she would change and leave it all for you, You were never a side dish to begin with, so why are you settling to be one now? Seven(7) Your love should not be something that has to wait because someone is too busy falling in love with itself than to return it back to you Eight(8) You are going to fall in love with any honest and genuine soul you meet, reserve a little love, don't give it all away Nine(9) By now you should know that fairy tales don't exist, and on your better days, it doesn't always have a happy ending, but you're still breathing Ten(10) After all this time, you have spent your entire life giving so much love, deeply loving every single thing, this time save some of that for you, you deserve it more than anyone Eleven(11) Every now and then you find yourself sitting somewhere and gazing at the stars, you ask yourself this every single time, and each time, you begin to wonder if its ever going to really happen to you, You're such a one in a million type of person, the kind who would rather eat lunch for breakfast, lunch and dinner, You are a hopeless romantic, but let me be the one who tells you there is still hope, Please do not ever lose your sense of humor, do not let that spark in your eyes dade, do not lessen the intensity of your love for anyone.. especially those who do not know what to love and to be loved really means A few years back,
When I found myself in front of mirrors, no make up on, no fancy dress on, nothing on, nothing on, When I was still so innocent and pure, When I still could claim my body as only mine, I realized how much I loved and craved words, I always had this desire to hear words, Words that would feed my stomach when there wasn't food at the table, Words that would wipe tears that would run down my face, Words that you would never hear a preacher preach, a father murmur, a widow who wears her heart on her cheek sob, I wonder, if sometimes there is more to life than this, If love would ever be great again, if one day we would see more marriages in newspapers, and, and if the cheaters, and liars and those goddamn selfish people would give love its true definition back again, I wonder if sometimes I would hear words come out of your mouth without the cry for forgiveness, As I sit back in the last row and listen to your poems, I can hear your heart singing under your breath, so much more than words come out, Every inch of my body shivers, after so long even if its just for a few minutes, I feel like I am home, Like you are me, and all what I crave and I crave and I crave words, I want to eat words for breakfast, lunch and dinner, I want it raw, and I want it whole, I want you entirely...with every word inside your mouth March 26, 2016 At the age of 3 I learned how to walk,
Around 3:30 pm in the sunny afternoon, A little toddler runs in the direction of a car who just parked in the drive way, It was my mother On Women's Day 1998 was a historical day for my mother, Not only because her first born had just learned how to take her first steps without falling down, But because she had reminisced on how rewarding it really is to be a woman. As a little girl, you are taught that dolls are for girls, and cars are for boys, And sometimes we used the gender role when it suited us. For siblings like mine, we often fight like animals every time my mother turned her back In the evenings, especially on Saturdays we were merely together watching tv, For me being a woman was no easy task, You see, when I turned 13 and all these hormones were gushing through my body Suddenly everything was changing so fast, at a speed of light, Before I knew it the girls who I used to play dolls with had huge breasts and started to use lipstick. I didn't understand why did they put so much effort to get noticed by boys who never cared to treat them well At 17 I learned what it meant to be disrespected for the first and last time in my life, I swore that I will never let a man own me for anything that I claimed to be mine, My name and my identity were the only things I was able to carry around with me without having anybody make up some mediocre lie about me just to make them feel good about themselves Before you think that life doesn't get hard for a girl at the age of 20 guess again, I had to learn the hard way what it was like to have my face dragged to the floor and still have a smile as morning and as sunny as summer, I had to learn that not all men were honest, and in fact I had to learn to be my own hero, No man was going to save me from the misery, but one day I decided to leave all of that heavy baggage behind, Just as I learned to walk on such a beautiful day, I learned that every day is a beautiful day, That the life of a woman is sometimes as complicated as it gets, I have loved and I still love deeply, and for that I am ever thankful, To have been blessed with an immense heart that can only give more than it receives, I understood and now believe that the problem for us women is not the intensity of our love but rather the quality of people we love, and that's okay, Not every person knows how to value a woman's time and effort, and that's okay, You, phenomenal woman..are made out of mistakes, regrets, aspirations and dreams..you are magic And that's something not everyone knows how to love. |
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