(With a Man)
I ask: define man.
Man: when you see a human eyes full with flood of blood but not a single drop cross limits.
I ask: may be that human is a woman.
Man: the difference is
"if the blood dries in eyes she is a woman"
"if it goes in heart and dry than a man".
As in Shakespeare's Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Never do I
You ain't Normal
You are Rare and Real
A beautiful complex
A metaphor itself
You are the woman with my love
To whom the poet bows...
I'm lacking some knowledge,
I'm a game theorist, mathematician, cost advisor, I've read and understood the mathematical universe book. I have knowledge beyond belief......... I feel I understand and can explain so much around me........
I don't understand the complexities of women though. I don't expect I ever will.
Do men and women think the same thing?.......I need some serious help here, what do women think!
I'm a guy, single for.....let's just say a year.....separated...living alone..doing a place up....etc.
Mentioned before the only people I've like, that I thought liked me were a lady close by who's taken, a lady who went off to malta. Then the last lady I thought oh my god she could be the one, intelligent, well dressed, my age 46 I've always liked women around my own age, good job but doesn't matter (I say while placing a bucket to catch a drip in the roof!) I'm okay financial wont starve, wont go cold ever, just might not have a Ferrari, not bothered . Any road the last lady has a long term p...
As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
Working Class Heroine
Putting Glasses are her armour, she fights her computer till Fridays.
So she can live and fly for next two days.
This battle she's fighting for past six summers alone.
With Smile on her face and all the strength in her bone.
Someday's she is playful, some are in gloom.
She yearns to be a star in this nightly sky.
Unbeknownst to her she's already a moon.
The best thing about women isn’t what’s between their legs, but the thing behind their left breast.
I wish you climb out of the hole of stereotypes that says "how a man should be" and share the burden of responsibilities, the bill at the restaurants, the validation to be good drivers and the freedom to walk home safely.
May we climb the ladder of future hand in hand and strive for a better world.
I wish you the audacity to cry, to feel, to be soft and delicate too,
I wish you don't get stuck with the darks and wear the colors of your choice.
I wish your sexual preferences, your hobbies and your built do not define how more or less masculine you are.
I wish we destroy those boundaries that seperate us and restrict us to step into each other's shoes.
I wish we find a better defin...
She wore masacara to hide her fears
She had to be strong and suppress tears
She wore the bangles to remind herself
that her wings were clamped with threats
She adorned herself with a necklace
that would tame her into calmness
Around her head she draped the silk
and taught herself to live with guilt
She wore a pair of silvery anklets
which found peace in diving into sacrifices
Yet they called her a weakling
A burdensome liability than a human being
Her calmness was mistaken for fragility
For no reason she was made to feel guilty
Rendered to be blamed as a scapegoat
Her sacrifices narrated hypocritical anecdotes
A breath of freedom she wished to embrace
We bothered her with expectations of st...
"La Sintomatología Que MeHace Creer En Ti"
Cayendo la madrugada trató de compilar los detalles y pistas que me das, encontrando ahi valor y motivación para seguir el sendero qué te tiene como fin.
Preguntándome como lograste que mis ojos te voltearan a ver con especial atención?
Tan poco tiempo y ya no sales de mi mente,ni de mis oraciones
Mismas que comparten un solo objetivo: Hacerte Feliz!!
Lo que veo,pienso,siento y hago no seguiría creciendo si Tú Sussie, pequeña expresión de lo que ya quiero,no demostrarás interés mutuo.
Eres Tú mordiendo tus pequeños labios al escucharme
Son tus manos correspondiendo mis temerosas caricias
Eres Tú abrazándome como si no hubiera un mañana.
Es la voz qu...
*Understanding a Woman*
A friend once said to me
"you look like a guy that understands women"
So I replied with
"I am a step closer to generally understanding women, I guess".
He then asked me to tell him what I know on how to understand women. So I looked him dead in his eyes and said
"The first and most important rule to understanding a woman, is to admit to yourself that you will never completely understand women."
Dumbfounded he asked
"How is that even 'understanding' women?"
I replied with
"Understanding that you dont understand something is the first step to understanding it. In other words, I simply do not understand women. Does that not put me one step closer to understanding wo...
Why everytime ability of girl is compared to a boy... Why she can't be a hero of her own world. Why everytime a girl has yo proved her self till the end of her life still she will not get respect like a boy. In one side we are worship and admire small girls, on the other hand same girl is compared to a boy and getting restriction from the same society.... Why always we have to prove.....
In search of me ❤️
Today was the beginning of a new chapter. Although when you woke up this morning you didn’t realize how this would change tour life but being able to transport into the present, it allowed you to be more sure of yourself. It gave you this amazing empowerment and it gave you your power back. We as humans have our own natural super powers. We don’t know it and rely on looking at fictional characters wishing we had theirs. But it is within us—it is the matter in which comes once we have faced that fear and claimed it back once we rewired our brain back into the present.
It’s time to let go of the past, move forward and let your past self transport into the present with you...
She has that audacity about her that only comes to people after two vodka shots.
You're a nectar that doesn't melt for words !
You're a woman who doesn't fall for tricks !
You're the woman who brought colors into my life !
You're name makes my heart a oozing lava !
You're a beauty beyond imagination !!
We come in all shapes and sizes
Our race, culture and creed vary
We are not meant to be prizes
Or a picture that you carry.
We work hard to build our own lives
While mothers, daughters, sisters, wives
Deserving of equal regard
To all those who tote their man card.
*Shes Always A Wiman*
A Rispetto [an Italian poetry form that is comprised of a) two quatrains (4 line stanzas) with 8 syllable lines or b) a poem/song comprised of one 8 line stanza with 11 syllable lines. With either, the rhyme scheme is a,b,a,b,c,c,d,d and is written to pay respect to women) for the #PoetryOlympics on Instagram
Toma muchas fotos y registra estos instantes, muestra al mundo que estás en el mejor momento de tu vida. La ingenua murió. Te apoderáste de una pequeña parte de la inmensidad de malicia existente en el mundo, ya no dudas con el tono del maquillaje y tus labios gruesos están más provocativos que nunca. No pasas desapercibida mujer, ganaste unas cuantas batallas y superaste otras cuantas perdidas. En este momento eres un huracán, un encantador huracán.
The conscience and good morals
To accept what is
And let them leave the Bell jar
Of gross inequality.
This could apply to women, race, and/or LGBTQ
Note: Not everyone, but society, as a whole
#TheBellJar #PrideAnthemChallenge femenist book title prompts