I am Different.
I walk to the beat of my own drum
I refuse to let society attach strings to my flesh
I’m nobody’s puppet
I define and reinvent the rules of life according to
According to well…
I am unorthodox.
Not only do I embrace my femininity
I accept my masculinity
My questions are,
Should I be treated any differently than any other woman?
Should I be treated differently for not following society’s set “laws and stereotypes” of what and who a woman should be?
I may not have on shorts that look like my skin has been imprinted in them
I may not apply makeup to the point to where my true reflection is hidden in the shadows
I may not be considered beautiful or pretty through the eyes of the world.
The thing is,
None of these statements could ever dismantle my womanhood.
I am conversation.
Words, verbs, nouns, subjects, sentences.
One would think that these actually make up conversation
Conversation is about connecting to another human
No matter what the format or the structure may be
The stories I reenact out to my friends and family
The advice I give
Every word that I write
Created to indulge you in what’s left of my soul.
I am mystique.
Pretty Little Liars
The similarity is simple
The human mind is meant to be curious
Curiosity eats at the brain
It provides a source of addiction and intrigue
Until the mystery gets solved; case closed.
How many of you really know me?
You may know my name
But what else?
It was once said that if you write beautifully
Your mind was a dangerous place to venture out to
I am Conflicted.
America made me this way.
Society rejected me
Without even considering
The type of person
I had the potential to be.
There’s been so many times
When I’ve hated myself for not
Not being feminine enough
Not being thin
I forever have that evidence
Somewhere on my skin.
It was said that time heals all wounds
Yet it’s been years and I’m still bitter
Most times I feel like America
Deserves a couple
I refuse to be perfect.
I am complicated…
I am human.