Where women used their minds and hearts, to change the world. Instead of using their physical assets, to seduce, attract, and change the minds of men, who don’t deserve them to begin with. I wish fathers would stop lying to their sons, about where happiness lies. Passing their broken ways, and filthy behavior, onto their gullible sons. They then break young girls hearts, who later grow up to become broken women. Those same women, will in turn, crush the hearts of the few good men, who really just wanted to love them. The cycle continues. And yet, here I stand; Still believing in love, still believing in dreams, still believing that it will one day change... I can’t be the only one... 🙏🏽 #inshallah#goodevening
"Your silence means you are choosing to sit on the fence, hence you become one with the oppression." 🥀
Men, be our allies. Speak up. Support the women around you. Realise the problem and stop complicating it. Instead, look for ways to change. Stop saying "I'm not part of the problem." We know that not all men are the culprits. WE GET IT. That's not the point. Start saying "I will do all that I can to change the stigma and defend this movement that is trying to make millions of unheard voices reach a solution." Start confronting men who do not see anything wrong with their sexist jokes and "manly" conversations that make degrading women look like an innocent leisure activity. Start with yourself.
Change the world. 🌹
I fucking love this saying and as a result, this picture too! It's such an inspiring saying and the mentality that goes with it is awesome. In Bocca Al Lupo translates to 'into the mouth of the wolf' you say it to someone when wishing them good luck, but the response is also vital, 'Crepi' means 'may the wolf die'. It's that type of mentality that I try to prescribe to. I believe in fighting tooth and nail for the things you want in life! I don't believe that everything's going to be alright, I believe you have to fight for it and smash through anything that gets in your ways and crush anyone or anything that tries to stop you. It's the absolute opposite of the victim mentality. Like now for example, I'm ill, I could sit around and hope to get better or I could fight, I could read and read and read and learn what's wrong with me and learn to fight it... and kill it. I believe so deeply in furious, relentless and unrelenting action and have absolutely not time for happy thoughts and 'positive vibes' without positive action. It's a winning mentality, the wolf is your problems and you're going to kill it! 'CREPI IL LUPO!' #poem#love#poet#writer#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#writing#art#words#poems#quotes#poetrycommunity#wordporn#quote#poetsofig#life#music#writersofig#spilledink#poetryisnotdead#spokenword#prose#instapoet#inspiration#artist#writerscommunity#instagood#creativewriting#poets#writers
Las pequeñas cosas a las que nos es fácil acostumbrar y en plenitud no sabemos apreciar.
Como cuando abrazabas mi hundimiento
en la ducha, mientras el agua resbalaba por mi piel herida, cabizbajo; y tus cálidos besos en contraste con el agua fría bajaban del cuello a la columna seguido de un abrazo que de nada más seguía mas que de un silencio inundado de paz, donde yo hallaba refugio y no tenía miedo a llorar .
Como cuando te miraba mientras te limabas las uñas, esas que tanto recorrido hacían y deshacían en mí espalda mientras nos escapábamos del mundo.
Como cuando de repente cogía tu mano después de discutir dejando a un lado nuestras diferencias. Como cuando tu venías y me besabas y de tus labios se escapaba un te quiero que solventaba todo.
Como cuando no sabíamos qué cenar y siempre ganaba uno y era el otro el que escogía la película, esa que pocas veces acababamos de las ganas que nos teníamos y guardábamos o como la que después de acabarla pasábamos rato hablando sobre ella, defendiendo nuestras opiniones.
Como cuando esperaba a que salieras de clase sin que lo esperases.
Como cuando llegaba sudado del trabajo y no te importaba abrazarme tan fuerte.
Como cuando te veía dormir y te acariciaba con el dorso del dedo la carita, recolocándote el pelo tras la oreja, y sonreía afortunado.
Como cuando alguien descubre que estas mal pese a ocultarlo y te busca, te abraza y pregunta, sin juzgarte.
Como cuando descubres unas ganas exponenciales de leer mientras oyes llover al otro lado del cristal.
Como cuando das el ultimo abrazo a un amigo que se va, saboreando el momento.
Como cuando te piden que jamás dejes de hacer lo que haces, una súplica camuflada aludiendo a lo mucho que vales.
En esas pequeñas cosas reside la fuerza necesaria para conquistarlo todo.
"But then I started hanging out with my brother’s friends from his church. I’m not religious at all, but I said just be open you may hear messages you need to hear. His friends Nick and James were great people, we all did a hike together at Mission Peak. We all woke up at 4:30 am and met at the mountain at 5 am to try to make it to the top in time to see the sun rise. It was not a small hike as James said, it was rough but not that bad. I needed something physical after feeling so emotional the last few days. We finally made it to the top and waited for the sun to rise. Out of nowhere, the clouds were moving over us so fast, we were engulfed in them. It was like waves of clouds crashing over our heads. I have never seen something like in my life. They said it was God, but it didn’t matter to me what you called it, we all felt something, we all felt connected together. A man up there with us said he’d climbed this hike forty times and he’d never witnessed what we all saw. It gave me the emotional strength and validation that everything was going to be ok. The next day my brother took me to his church. It was the first time I stepped in a church since I was five years old. I went in there with an open mind and wanted to see what my brother was enjoying. The pastor spoke about just enjoying the journey, life is an adventure. Just relax. And God gives us “Divine Delays,” something is delayed because something else needs to happen first." [Excerpt from my book--Spiritual Nomad: A Journey Within and Abroad]
I sit here, pondering how to express these strange feelings into something other human beings can comprehend, wishing I could find the words. Wishing I could trust the words.
I have never known love as sunshine or smiles; I have always understood love on a dark and gloomy level, such as to say that love is only love if it manifests into pain. I have known obsession, and only recently have I learned to separate it from love, but it is what I have known my whole life. So, please forgive me if I am inexperienced in the subject, but I’m gonna try.
His smile is so small and cute. And I don’t want to over describe it because it is simply what it is. His eyes are bright to match his mind. I thought I was one of the best, but I didn’t know that his intelligence could radiate into my life like a sunbeam. And he’s tall. And he surprised me. I read people like books but wow did I misjudge his pages. He opened his mouth and my beliefs began to tremble.
This feels like sunshine and smiles. Instead of running up to him and jumping around his waist and twisting my mouth around his, I want to kiss him so gently and just peck at his face until he does it back. This feels like childhood, but not in the sense of immaturity, but rather the ever lasting feeling of innocence. He makes me want to giggle.
And he is single handedly replacing those memories and ideas of pain that once went hand in hand with love. I may not love him right now, but I am excited to see what time will do, for this is also a new experience for my soul as well as my heart.