del mio amore e disperazione
ascolta mentre ti dico che
se la sensazione è che sia primordiale,
non dovresti combatterlo,
se ti fa sentire bene,
non è sbagliato,
se ti ha così combattuto,
allora perché. - Ascolta
This was day 19 of the #november#poeticwordchallenge @adricceneri and @word_pusher, a piece containing the #word#primordial .
When I stepped on the stage naked to make a point. All you wrote about was that I was naked to make a point. You don't know what point. You don't know what I spoke because you didn't hear. You never do. You only see.
When I talk to you about women having to dress according to others you see that I have dressed according to myself. My bra strap is showing and my t shirt is cropped. My hair are too short and I'm definitely the 'feminist type' but hey, did you even listen what I was saying?
When I tell you how my male friend tried to touch me, you look at my clothes and ask why was I dress that way? Why did I let him come too close? I know how boys these days are, why did I give him lift? Hey, but wait listen to me
The problem is not that you don't want to hear. You do. You just don't want me to say it. Because I am here to be looked at, observed, analysed but not to be heard. When a 70 year male comes to the rescue of three young girls and tells the world they're innocent, we say Pink was a phenomenal film.we know NO means NO because Amitabh Bachchan said so. When a boy impersonates a woman and speaks of marital rape we say spoken word is finally talking about this issue! I an standing here and it won't make any difference if I stay quiet for five minutes because anyway, who listens to me?
If I'm dressed in a burqa, covered from head to toe and tell you about education? You know what you're going to say? Oh, you know what you're going to say.
A hijabi woman speaks of education. A Muslim woman speaks of education. A trans woman speaks of education. Because oh my God you will talk about my gender until I don't start hating it . And then you'll say you respect women when I'm tired of being one and just want to be a human. Just. A. Human.
How do you know they're the one?
Pretty relative, isn't it? We all have our ideals. And yet, we settle for less than what we envision as "perfect".
So here goes - if they stare at the buffet for longer than they look out for someone good looking in the crowd, they're probably the one. If the only way you can quantify their anger is by the amount of salt in the food they gave you, they're probably the one. If they don't look for your beauty in a mirror, they're probably the one. If they find pleasure in your late calls rather than your punctuality, they're probably the one. If a ten-minute conversation with them is worth more than hours of Netflixing, they're probably the one. And finally, if it's the little things that spin their world around and not the magnanimity of your affections, they're certainly the one.
It's all relative, isn't it? But you do have a match somewhere. Because isn't less than "perfect" just about right, somehow?
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I miss how your arms felt like home to me, how your warmth worked as a painkiller to me but now, all I have is a cold heart and no home💔❤🙃
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Caption Credits @komal_pungalia
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