MUJER O DICTADOR

,¿Mujer a caso creés que todo lo puedes?
El éxito no está en el individualismo,
el éxito se da en la toma de decisiones consensuadas , en el trabajo colaborativo.

¿Mujer por qué pregonas de ser autosuficiente y señalas sin tener razón?  Deberías de saber que no hay una verdad absoluta , que en este mundo nadie es perfecto y memos tú.

¿Mujer por qué no dejas el ego y tu amargura a un lado ? Reconoce que no eres capaz de inducir y que con ello te llevas entre los pies a tus subordinados.

Mujer sí no puedes, deja el espacio libre para quien si lo pueda hacer.

Elvia Pérez M

Her instinct works better than a fortune teller's LIE,
Her wit works better than an aged philosopher who THEORIZE,
Her heart works better than a witch TRICK,
And that you should know that she knows and feels when you LIE, THEORIZE and TRICK.

She's ALONE but not LONELY.
Her INDIVIDUALITY doesn't define her VULNERABILITY.
And her stand to being SINGULAR is a choice EVERY DAY that makes her HAPPY.
So, don't make your move...
She doesn't buy compliments because she knows her truths.
She doesn't buy verbose tongues because  she knows what makes her beautiful.
She doesn't buy beautiful faces and posted curves because she has her list of definitions and standards.

" Every woman must SEE and learn to LIVE that INTELLIGENCE is SEXY, BEAUTIFUL and STRONG. "

I find my fingers trembling as I write this.
       Eternity. Blessed and cursed eternity. I've written it in song, and in my futile hatred towards you.
       Unfortunately, I can't do it... Unfortunately, and for my good fortune, I still love you. Damn it, I still want you. The anger and despair that I felt that night only made me realize that I was still waiting, foolishly, for you to call and say: "I'm ready, come and get me". And sadly, I still do.
       I made a huge mistake giving you "your space". I sincerely apologize. I was overwhelmed by the circumstances you were living at the time, and I felt the need to go outside and get some fresh air... And as I was waiting outside, someone ...

Don't say anything. Let's just remain here, in silence, and in each other's arms.
       Let's stay here; facing one another, eyes closed and holding hands, ignoring the loud, obnoxious noises of people passing by. Let's stay here, in our own time and space, waltzing along to the music only you and I can hear.
       Let's hang out in this theater-and-hotel lobby; in this anteroom of desperate love that so many nights has taken away from me... that so many months has left me without sleep.
       Stay the night... either this one, or each one that remains, but stay. Stay, because I miss you; because hugging my pillow just isn't enough, and life without you just isn't sufficient.

-E.M.

Mothers are like waves of the ocean and we the sand.
Each time you imprint a mistake , she washes it away clean.
Indeed , her love is  selflessly serene.

©Sweedle

Toxic masculinity does not let him cry and compels him to divulge his emotions every night.
Considered phlegmatic and bright they also have a darker side.
Since childhood, he is asked to act like a man and conceal the inner child.
Social norms suppressed his actual side.
Little did they know he can also feel distressed like a woman and gather himself like a HUMAN!

Love... Talking about real love, I think I've felt it twice. Today, I will tell you about the first time.
       The first one, was just that: the first; primal... mi first crush, puppy love, childish love... however you want to call it. The one when you stop thinking that girls are gross, because you find at least one of them extremely pretty, and you find that breathing has become extremely difficult whenever she's around.
       That crush you never talk to, because the mere fact that she acknowledges your existence, makes you feel that it might just end anytime now, so you don't want to risk hearing a single word coming out of her mouth, because your heart would explode.
       The first ...

She is an old soul.
       She was made for other times, and under other circumstances. Her bloodstream sounds like vinyl, and her heart beats to the tempo of and old-time rock&roll.
       She is an old soul, not yet tired. She comes from a past time, but not forgotten; a place where words truly meant something important, and people truly listened, instead of just hearing.
       She is a spark of tranquility in a world that goes way too fast for anyone to keep-up... She brings along a hint of seriousness and sapience that could only come with age, even though they already exist inside a pair of eyes that are only a couple of decades old.
       She is an old soul, but far from being a dusty...

It's time to forgive herself for tormenting her soul and body,the scars seems to disappear and reappear.

The lotion failed to smoothen her skin,which craved for his touch.
She  diluted her fears and pain and prefered to not to let it stain. @kanshu

Today is one of those days of the years when the mind turns to sadder thoughts, for it would have been this Lions mothers birthday. Yet like so many she was lost at far to young a time. Yet when I start to open the emotional gate to go down the path of sadness, I hear her talking to me. She is reminding me not to mourn but take the positive of the good times shared, into my future rather than my soul crying over what can't be changed.
Some time ago I wrote the following which I reach for twice a year, my reminder to myself of her wishes for me.


A Mothers Message

There's a hole in my heart, where she used to be
My mother, my friend and a mentor to me
No more cards, on a Satur...

She let herself loose
Knot by knot
Braid by braid
Step by step
Until her skin could breath
And the wind could play in her locks
—her feet could dance
To the music of her soul
For them she was
An enigma
A blasphemy to their
Ordered world
And she still is
Now she cares no more
The music of mystical
Self awareness has wrapped her
In its enchanting notes
she is a soul
Who has become one
With the divinity of ‘self’
Untouched and untainted
Beyond the realms of reasoning.

©connecting_nicky

DEAR SOCIETY,
Don't make her apologize for being a girl, SHe doesn't chose to be one ! But takes pride in being one .
She succeed on her merit and not because SHE IS A GIRL!
She is equal to her male counter part and counter every phase of her life with strength and class.
She is  not all about her breast! Yes, she likes to dress but that doesn't limit her  prospect.
She will end up having male friends and she should not be constrained .
SHe doesn't choose to be a "damsel in distress" and that causes you stress! @kanshu

Those of you
Dear ones who try
To burn women down..
Did you seriously forget
That a woman is herself
The kind of fire that can
Burn down hell just with
Her  bare hands!!
Hiya
©hiyasays

MODULATING THE VOICE RIGHT
AND HIDING THE FACE IN THE DARK TO FIGHT,
CONSPIRED THE WHOLE NIGHT
BUT THE EMOTIONS STILL REVEALED IN THE DISGUISE!

Only Indians can give you a thousand and one reasons why you should get married. If you're single, you had it!!!!

When you complain of aches and pains everywhere and you're unable to cope with it. The answer is...Get married!!! Because you need help.
And I'm like.. " Do you want me to marry a doctor or what shit are you talking about? How could my partner help me get rid of pains? It's my body. God dammit!"

When you tell them that you get bored up at home sometimes. The answer is.. Get married!!! Because you'll have someone's company.
And I'm like.. " I can get a dog or cat for myself. They're more loyal but I don't want to because I have no time to look after myself".

When you tell t...

Omer Noor.....
Her look seemed fragile but she was very strong inside and never let her heart break so easily.

Keep your head up, strong woman
Don’t let them tear down everything you’ve built

Keep your head up, strong woman
Don’t let your crown start to tilt

That very right moment!

There ISN’T MUCH TO HEAR, other than a NOISE OF BREATH filled with a CALM VOICE in the background. Yet, there are lots of EMOTIONS to see in each kind of person being stuck in that white room.

One can see FEAR and JOY mixed together by that CRANKY SMILE and  ANXIOUS FACES. One can see STRESSED PEOPLE by walking up and down. One can see SMILING KIDS outside the door waiting with a grown up person (Father or Uncle).

EMOTIONS together with EXPECTATIONS in all those people are waiting to be CONCLUDED with a new LIFE CHAPTER/GOAL. All those white rooms are filled with the same emotions and expectations.

And there it is, that cranky smile of hers changes into the mos...