Minerva probably never cried
i need more friends who are girls. women.
i dunno if i am learning how to be a woman in thr proper way.
i spend my time wallowing in the beauty of men,
i avoid girls, almost. it's hard for me to relate.
it's silly.
the only thing i know of being a woman is standing for a man.
standing. providing. i feel woman-like when i am with him and he tells me how i make him feel when he is in my arms. lays on my chest and speaks of secrets his own mother does not know.
or when i see my words uplift him or injure him.
i feel like a woman in the sense of being needed. maybe this is all i need. maybe that is all that is meant to be known.
roles dont seem to tell us anything about people.
they rarely conform to them, and roles seem to imply a decided passionate goal- to protect, to nurture, it implies certain people care and certain people just dont care.
i dont meet too many nuturing women,
nor men who care for others besides themselves.
either way, i dont feel it matters.
the trees outside stand together. sexless.
their leaves burst in differing colors. when it rains, they all drink. tey stand and appreciate the sun, together. they share their lives with the birds. they are beautiful. so are the clouds that hover above them.
and the grass below.
i dont think about what i should do or what im supposed to do, i just do.
i am like the trees
i dunno if i am learning how to be a woman in thr proper way.
i spend my time wallowing in the beauty of men,
i avoid girls, almost. it's hard for me to relate.
it's silly.
the only thing i know of being a woman is standing for a man.
standing. providing. i feel woman-like when i am with him and he tells me how i make him feel when he is in my arms. lays on my chest and speaks of secrets his own mother does not know.
or when i see my words uplift him or injure him.
i feel like a woman in the sense of being needed. maybe this is all i need. maybe that is all that is meant to be known.
roles dont seem to tell us anything about people.
they rarely conform to them, and roles seem to imply a decided passionate goal- to protect, to nurture, it implies certain people care and certain people just dont care.
i dont meet too many nuturing women,
nor men who care for others besides themselves.
either way, i dont feel it matters.
the trees outside stand together. sexless.
their leaves burst in differing colors. when it rains, they all drink. tey stand and appreciate the sun, together. they share their lives with the birds. they are beautiful. so are the clouds that hover above them.
and the grass below.
i dont think about what i should do or what im supposed to do, i just do.
i am like the trees