Thyselves

They told me to wake up 
from the state of mind
that has propelled me
through the muck of harshness

They told me to sober up
from the natural drunken state
I have taken from life’s happiness

They told me to “man up” 
and be the tidied-up and be well dressed woman
that they find pleasure in feasting their vision on
How ironic! 

They told me to straighten my curls
and tame that last strand of human 
that made me myself

They told me to abdicate my freedom of opinion
for fear of hurting others, fear of violating social norms
or for fear of raping their poshed up asses! 

They told me to dull down my colors
Since their signature glasses weren’t equipped
with the brightness of reality

They told me to avoid certain places
and head to the ones where the height of the heel
defines the height of their intellect


They told me to control my urge to dance
because “nobody likes a spontaneous girl”
who does what she wants when she wants

They told me to put my drink down
and fix my lipstick
Really? Lipstick! 
Has our social caliber been diluted down
to applied beauty?

They told me to change my diet 
because skinny girls get more attention
their protruding bones ignite lust
in suit up men, lest not forget
the blowfish lips and silicon breasts
that balance
their stick figure accordingly 

They told me to put down my cigarette
cross my legs, remove that piercing
wear a bitch attitude
They told me to stick my nose in the clouds
because the fucked up norms of society
dictate attraction upon such actions

They told me to wear a dress
They told me to go with the flow
when the flow was so disgusting
that motion sickness made me gag 
all that societal poison
made me regurgitate all that
has become normal in terms of 
relationships, mental stimulation
social norms, physical attractiveness

They told me to get the car,
wear the brands, eat there
drink there, read somewhere
where water is as expensive as the sandwich

They told me to grow my hair 
They told me wake up and grow up
They told me to ditch them
and click with them
They told me to clean my opinionated mouth
they told me to amend my writing, they told me 
to submit, they told me quiet girls are attractive
they told me no one will date you
if you remain and maintain YOU!

They told me that you won’t get what you deserve

I won’t lie to you, every line they uttered choked me
like an unwanted bite, like a gulp of water down the wrong tube
like that spec of cigarette ash that gets inhaled by mistake
like that first prick of a needle when you get your blood drawn


They told me…. 

STOP!
STOP! 

What if I told 
them…
What If I showed 
them, the other side of every single line
the opposite side of the table, where they sat 
lecturing!
What if I showed them the beauty of colors,
drinks, lousy hair, jeans, flat shoes, cigarette mess
clumsy friends, hazy nights, beautiful music, definite
debates, artsy conversations, lazy walks, creative unedited writing
blurred mornings, simple clothing, dingy places,
creaking chairs, wooden bars, 
drinking from bottles, biting nails, genuine 
selves?

I shall strip you down to natural smiles,
beautiful skin, naked
in the face of society
and all it’s so-called 
norms!

down to what
you always wanted to be

Stand in the face of your fears
undress slowly, enjoy every layer you remove
enjoy removing every burden you had to carry

Enjoy basking in the uncomfortable
nudity of thyself!


lovers






 


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