Women

Ok so my dear best friend Laura informed me of this girl named April, who cosplays. She has had two children, and thus has stretch marks. Comes with the territory. This website has a tendency to take pics and photoshop them to perfection, or at least what they conceive as perfection. They removed her marks, skimmed off any healthy fat she had, and shrunk her boobs. She looked amazing before they did that. In anger and outcry, I wrote a poem about it, and I dedicate it to her, April, a real woman.




Why must women be put into a box?

Why must we remain perfect?

Tired of lies

Why must we not show ourselves?

Why must we hide?

Tired of them

We are more than girls

We are mothers

We are daughters

Tired of it

We love, we cry, we live

We aren't perfect

Sick of hiding

We have stretch marks

We have thighs

We have everything you need

Sick no more

We keep the human race going

We give you sons and daughters

And become your wives

Please

Don't make us hide

We are proud

We are strong

We are loud

We are passionate

Done


We are women

Amen

You will be dragged into synagogues and prisons, and you will stand trial before kings and governors because you are my followers. 13 But this will be your opportunity to tell them about me. [13] 14 So don't worry in advance about how to answer the charges against you, 15 for I will give you the right words and such wisdom that none of your opponents will be able to reply or refute you! 16 Even those closest to you—your parents, brothers, relatives, and friends—will betray you. They will even kill some of you. 17 And everyone will hate you because you are my followers. [17] 18 But not a hair of your head will perish! 19 By standing firm, you will win your souls.


Amen

Inspired

What inspires me from Half- price books. I feel at home.

Dreams

Have you ever dreamed something that was so real, you woke up feeling that that dream was your future? The way everything was, the people, the way of life was in store for you? I had that last night. The dream was amazing. My brain only tends to see wonderful things while I sleep. If only those ideas could flow into my writing. But anyways..

I don't reveal my dreams when I want them to come true. It's like when you make a wish and blow out candles.. they say " if you tell your wish it won't come true." That's how I feel about dreams. I only tell the bad parts, the parts I don't want coming true. The rest of the dream I keep hidden away for me only.

This dream last night was so intense and real. It tapped into my longing for being important in this world, for making a difference. I just wish I could know what part I am to play in this world. I've been feeling this way lately. I've been watching Buffy lately, and the seasons I've been watching have been making me think about stuff. I know it's just a show but it can really make you think. I think that's why Joss Whedon is an amazing writing. He really could bring a message home. I've got a lot to think about.

On a side note, there is a nest of baby birds on my porch, and the momma bird just fed her babies! Next time I'm getting pictures!!

New start

Well, this must be probably my 6th blogging site. I've been hitting in this game for 10 years now. Sites come and go. All my blogging sites are disconnected or dormant. This one looked pretty neat, so I decided to join. Thank you Mr. Curry :) I'm not too sure what to say at the moment. I believe I will use this as a place to rant, share ideas, post writings or thoughts, and make new friends. So if you haven't been bored to tears, stay tuned, lmao.