Christian WomenChristian Women10 years ago in Free Verse
before me sit the Christian women, and I can see them
in my mind's eye upon their backs, husbands lunging on beds
between legs, for the primal craft of love lifted high and holy
toward something more than merely mortal
before me sit the Christian women
heads bowed, plump breasts bare and risen
for the lips of cradled infants
as prayer drips like lamb's blood from their mouths, saying
pass over us, for we have done well
before me sit the Christian women
and I am humbled, for I have
no equal aspiration
Society and Women? I am very tired right now. I don't know how writing this is going to go, but whatever. I'll try.Society and Women?4 years ago in Academic Essays
The media has convinced me that to be a "woman," I have to be skinny, yet curvy. I have to have beautiful hair that will always look nice, no matter what. I have to have a flawless face with no acne, no spots, just glowing, healthy skin. I have to be sexy. Basically, I have to look perfect. The thing is, perfection doesn't exist. I don't know how many times I've spent long periods of time staring at my reflection in the mirror, crying because I'm nothing like how I'm "supposed to be."
That's exactly the problem, though. People seem to think that if you don't look "perfect," you are worthless. I can't be the only one who has been brainwashed into thinking that. The media is powerful, convincing, deadly.
How many times have you seen an advertisement where the mode
Real Beauty.I look at myself in a mirror,Real Beauty.10 years ago in Free Verse
Trace my fingers over lines and marks that I am unsure of.
I was skinny once.
Then I met a boy who changed my life and I got comfortable.
But just lately I have been thinking.
There must be a reason that he still whispers sweet nothings in my ears
And strokes gently along naked flesh.
He tells me I am beautiful and the look in his eyes says it is true.
I look at myself once more and realise.
Beauty is not a size twelve, pert breasts and 35inch legs.
It is truth and reality,
A body that screams of stories and history,
Of a past, a present,
And a future with you in my arms.
So maybe I am beautiful after all.
I will never grace the glossy pages of a magazine,
Or decorate the side of a bus as an advertisment for mascara,
But I know.
I know that I am more real than any plastic girl striking a pose with blonde hair Barbie would be proud of,
Because my body talks my truths and every curve fits with you perfectly.
And as I lie here naked with you
I know that right
Seizing BeautySeize beauty with both your handsSeizing Beauty1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Don't let go. Make it yours.
Fleeting BeautyFleeting Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse
On this bridge whose floor is full of whispers
Love padlocks reveal me their stories as I walk along this shivering fence
Into a realm of promises sealed for eternity
Lying on the bench, my fellow cocoon
My gaze to the orange sky, chubby birds, morning mist
My back to the Seine, flowing muse among silent oaks
Youthful laughters around me, drunk of their genuine happiness
Blind sound of water is pounding
Your heels' melody brings my heart's colours back
I daydream I could be your Paris' lover
And wander where the blue blowing wind will decide
Sitting on a quay, an old photographer sealing us forever
Beauty that blinds and expectation that gnaws
I crave your womanly presence