My body, My choice!



I know it's mostly just flattery but they tell me I'm a lover at heart or maybe a believer and I like how people see me. It's not exactly the same way I see myself but I think it's pretty close and generally life offers nothing perfect.

I'm not one for long silences or awkward pauses, that's just never been me. I always fill in the gaps with words and conversation even when it's unwanted I somehow speak. Life has been a long tirade of lessons, some of which I was never supposed to learn. Society was always the loudest teacher when it came to all those wrong subjects.

It spoke loud as I walked down the streets and it told me I was walking wrong, it told me I wasn't dressed the right way and my hair was done wrong. It whispered as I sat across from my date and it told me that for the food on my plate and the movie we had just watched I had to give it up

It taught me that there was a price for things I was supposed to give freely because I felt someone deserved the honor. Society whispered in my ear as I lied down in bed and I stared at the walls, it told I was imperfect even in the darkness when no one could see me

It whispered to me as I was cornered in a secluded room but someone too big for me to resist. Society spoke and spoke, it taught and taught until I realized I had to stop listening.

I know it's mostly just flattery but they tell me I'm a lover at heart or maybe a believer and I like how people see me. I'm a believer in a freedom that's not bound by my sex.


Comments

  1. V@lzJune 14, 2019 at 2:15 PM

    Indeed you're a lover at heart & I'm in love with your work.
    Loved the read

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  2. Lisa M. AliotoJune 14, 2019 at 3:42 PM

    Loved your focus on the heart and sharing it so freely with us. Some of us need to remember to lead more often with it. (Myself included)

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  3. Tamar ChakaondaJune 14, 2019 at 6:59 PM

    Miss lover at heart,great read😊

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  4. GavinJune 18, 2019 at 10:54 AM

    #Poetic Justice And now im a believer too

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  5. uBuJune 27, 2019 at 6:42 AM

    I love this! So beautiful. Society has controlled us so much we have lost ourselves. Forever #youbeyou

    ReplyDelete
  6. Munashe ChakaondaJune 27, 2019 at 12:25 PM

    Yaasss👏

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