i really liked it today when my boyfriend told me - "the coolest thing you can do, is unfollow your instagram standards and be who you really are and accept it with confidence"
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i really liked it today when my boyfriend told me - "the coolest thing you can do, is unfollow your instagram standards and be who you really are and accept it with confidence"
just a thought —
what is fashion if not the accentuation of our insecurities, followed by spoon-feeding ways to "hide" those insecurities, only to increase them further. and we end up consuming more of it, while simultaneously feeding into the concept of capitalism and consumerism.
basically just watched this video and loved it so much. just an additional thought even though it is already covered in there.
── .✦ The Mother of a Daughter ˎˊ˗
i curse myself
for having given birth
to a girl child,
because god forbid
she will have to know
the ugly truth of what
it is like to be a woman;
she will know about
the five days of the month,
she will find out
about the monsters on the run,
i will have to tell her
to not wear everything she wants
just for her to argue with me
“why?!” she will scream
“it’s dangerous, that’s why”
i will have to reply back;
i could dress her in pretty frocks, yes
but for only a certain time,
because slowly the frocks and dresses
will become a candy wrapper
for the wolves that haunt the state;
she will find out
what a conundrum it is
to be a woman,
she will be torn
between being beautiful
but not too pretty,
being smart
but not empowering,
being able to solve everything
but not damn arrogant;
she will be confused
so, so confused
and angry at me
because why did i give
birth to a girl child
in this cursed world.
── .✦ Hard Work ˎˊ˗
“hard work pays off”
oh how badly i wished it did
because then i would’ve been
a dancer as my six year old self
always dreamt of,
or a singer, as dreamt of
by my ten year old self,
or maybe i could’ve been
the greatest artist
the world has seen;
because if my hard work paid off
as everyone said it does,
i’d give the world to myself;
but unfortunately so
hard work does not pay off
or maybe it doesn't for me
because i have the ill luck of a moth attracted to flame;
i like to dream high –
of fame and friends and fans
and maybe that is my mortal curse
because none of my dreams ever come true;
and yet, i never learn
to keep my ambition low
and let the universe handle stuff;
but then again
the universe was never kind to me
and i don’t trust it to be kind
to me, ever again.
this came so randomly to me and then i saw the bouquet my bf gave me after i lost all my previous ones :')
── .✦ Impure Rivers ˎˊ˗
the rivers are pure no more
they smell of purity no more,
you don't drink the river water any more;
the streams smell of wasted food
and poison,
a poison so toxic
it kills your humanity away;
pure blood runs in your vein no more
what runs is a concoction
of toxicity and RBCs;
you slash your wrist
thinking your blood would be
a splendid stream of maroon,
but alas! it's black and grime
like the toxins you remember not consuming
yet it remains
in all of its evil glory;
the age of evil has bestowed,
a splinter of Lucifer in every man
for we are all angels
discarded from the heaven
and inculcated within us
the Seven Deadly Sins,
it scares me –
scares me for my children
who i wonder will ever learn love,
and if they do, will the world contrive?
or will it contrast?
for the water is poisoned now,
and the blood is spiked.
── .✦ Wet Mushy Cement Path ˎˊ˗
there's a footprint in the cement
old and forgotten
traces of green along its edges
little puddles from the rain last night
it looks familiar –
like a blunder i remember making
on a night that was desolate
and i was scared;
the footprint? it's mine, yes
a result of the steps i took
on the wet mushy cement path,
but if you ask me –
it was dark,
as dark as a haunting abyss
and i was unable to grasp anything
flailing my arms in terror,
it was dark,
and all i could do was move,
move forward and away;
but unknowingly i stepped
into the wet cement
unable to think of what to do next,
and i stepped deeper
into the wet mushy cement path,
engraving the crevices and wrinkles of my foot
onto something that's wrong
something that stuck to me
no matter how much i washed,
something that still remains
for the world to see and mock
while i cower away –
cursing myself, blaming myself, hating myself
because why did i ever walk
on the wet mushy cement path;
but that was long ago –
a time i had prayed to move past,
the cement path has dried
to something hard and concrete,
and permanent and resilient
that no matter how hard i try
i cannot move the footprint away,
i cover it with grass
the wind blows it away,
i cover it with sand
and the rain washes it away;
no matter how hard i try
the footprint still remains,
it stares at me
obnoxiously so,
with a grin so mean
it makes my skin crawl and burn,
but i can do nothing
but water myself down
because the footprint will remain
on the wet, mushy cement path.
──.✦ Good-for-nothings ˎˊ˗
the lazy generation
the good-for-nothing generation
or so we’ve been called
but not -
the protesting generation
the generation raising voices
the generation that stands up
for what’s right and what’s wrong
and not what the ancestors have always done;
the generation that accepts
the generation that questions
the opinionated generation
the pragmatic dreamers’ generation,
the generation aware of its faults
and willing to change
instead of coining their mistakes ‘a tradition’;
such is our generation -
nihilistic but high-key hopeful,
hopeful for a change
hopeful for a better future
that we make on our own,
such is my generation
the good-for-nothing generation.
── .✦ Feel ˎˊ˗
“you’re too naive,
you’re too innocent for this world”,
and the only crime i’ve committed?
was that i feel
i feel too much,
i feel for all;
i feel for the lonely pup across the street,
i feel for the helium balloon
sailing in the sky -
alone and isolated,
i feel for the mother cat who lost her kittens,
i feel for the single flower growing under the brick
away from its mates in the bush two blocks away,
i feel for the hungry child
who stares at the pastry displays,
i feel for the new mother
who desperately tries to calm her crying child,
i feel for the teddy bear in the dumpster
and the abandoned bag of toys,
for the lonely little cloud in the sky
and for the friendless little star;
i feel so much
i know that’s a crime,
because i feel for everything
and everyone but mine.
── .✦ Blooming Neighbourˎˊ˗
the sunbeams are out,
they knock on my budded petal
feeling warm inside, i greet them,
with a smile so wide, they loved it;
i see the warm sun glistening up high
in the pale blue sky,
and i see around me -
grass as green as innocence
drenched in droplets of purity,
i feel my leaves dancing with the breeze
and oh! how happy i feel;
but then i see her -
beauty and elegance all in bloom,
her fragrance enchanting the bees and birds
who come and dance with her too,
her leaves are greener than mine,
livelier than mine, and happier than mine;
her pretty pink petals
are brighter than mine, bigger than mine,
and so much more beautiful than mine,
she is so pretty
i hate her,
i wish i was her too -
brighter and prettier and happier
yet i’m all but her -
smaller and paler and sadder;
i don’t want to play anymore,
the sunbeams call out to me
they ask me why, they tell me not to go,
but i leave with my hated self
back to my bud,
dryer and darker and sadder.
── .✦ Brown ˎˊ˗
they say brown is a dull colour
it’s boring, it’s drab, it’s ugly
but they have not witnessed
the smell of freshly soiled ground,
and sip of freshly brewed coffee
on a lovely rainy evening,
and mom’s brown leather purse -
full of discount coupons and pennies;
they say brown is a dull colour
because they probably have seen
the muddy puddles and dirty roads,
the brown water that clogs the manholes;
but they have never witnessed -
the pretty brown eyes
that glow under the sun,
the pretty brown eyes
that hold nothing but pure love,
the pretty brown eyes
that captivate your heart
and entrance your soul;
they say brown is a boring colour
but they have not met you, my dear
and have definitely not fallen in love
with your pretty brown eyes
── .✦ The Corner Plant ˎˊ˗
i see the greens daily,
i see them getting watered daily,
i see the sunbeams playing with their leaves daily,
i see them being happy and smile daily;
i see them from my little corner -
my little dark and damp corner,
where the sunbeams don’t play
and heaven does not sprinkle its tears;
i’ve seen the kids smile at the other greens
but give me the look of pity,
i’ve seen the maidens water the others
but pay no attention to me,
i’ve seen the men admire the others
but only tsk at me -
i’ve seen it all;
i’ve seen my happy days too
of luscious green leaves
and healthy stems that could dance
with the sunbeams that dance with me too,
and i’ve seen my mother
young and smiling
watering me every day,
i miss her now;
i miss her and my happy days,
i miss my lush greens and dancing stems,
i miss the kids’ bright eyes when they say,
“i want to be like you when i grow up”;
i hope the kid is nowhere like me -
old and wrinkled and dry and alone,
i hope he is like the others -
green and healthy, tall and bright;
i see the greens daily,
i see them getting watered daily,
i see them play with the sunbeams daily,
and i see them from my corner daily
as the corner plant.