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By Marla Adams
1) Living-In-A-Shadow
Im struggling to find myself,
Who am I?
Constantly
Constantly I feel as though Im solely defined by my completed actions
Let's see? What is on my EVERYDAY-to-do-list?
1)Take orders, be quiet
2)Wear a dress
3)Be Married
4)With children
5)Tend to the House
What exactly makes these things so difficult?
Am I right to assume, since men cant do them, that they are painstakingly hard
For those with testosterone to master?
And why are my womanly-duties,
My living-in-a-shadow of a man whom I answer to instead of myselfHow are these tasks
So hard for a man to?
And is it so hard for a woman to do as her husband does?
Wearing pants (Because that is a male privilege apparently)
Married (Begrudgingly, right boys? ha ha ha)
With children (Whom I do not birth or participate in the birth for)
Working (Again, something only a man can do)
I am bound by this marriage
In a different way than he is.
He leaves our marriage everyday,
He just has the freedom (To leave).
When he walks out the door
Returning for his dinner and his drink
I
Chosen, based on my PARTS
To be confined to the house
To our marriage
Our children
Cooking cleaning PREPARING
For the return of someone who dare thinks
I cant even do my job? (The kid doesn't have a fucking fever)
Who am I? If my work at home isnt even considered work?
If I am just a feminine face
With child bearing capabilities?
3) In Our Nature
We are not giving trees,
We are not to be planted and expected to bear all of our fruit
Because others expect it.
Women give so much of themselves to others,
We house life in our bodies
We subject ourselves to danger for others
We marry and give birth for others
And though some enjoy these expectations,.
Giving is what gives them life.
But we are each our own tree
With each of our own rings, roots and species
We cant be expected to conform to
A role
That transcends gender
Whether or not you bear fruit in the spring
Women can be anything a man can be
and because not only are women harmed by these roles,
Men can be anything women can be.
Boys can have feelings
Boys can wear dresses
Boys can be the homemaker
Boys can mother
Boys can want to be married
Boys can be what girls can be
Boys arent only just being boys
Boys are harboring damage from these stereotypes
Just like girls
Boys are not the farmers they do not own the land and they cannot buy us from our place
and mold us,
All genders are natural.
We all avoid being tamed.
In all of us,
We have roots to our earth.
Why cant we just embrace our place?
We all have belonging
We don't belong in lanes
We cannot be locked up in these traditionsTraditions arent just how we spend the holidays kissing under hemiparasitic plants,
Its how we ingrained strict rules for expression upon a society that cant conform to them
in a healthy way.
8) Its 8:04 PM I have a quiz due in an hour and youre making me miss the hell out
of you
I didnt think you could pull these emotions out from the back of my throat
But fuck,
Ive been needing to breathe easier and you are my god damn oxygen tank.
Out of all the people I etched into my bones,
You are the one
That creeps up my spine, seeps into my ribs, embraces my heart, curls up behind my ear
and whispers truths about myself that I had yet to examine.
So many fluttery memories to miss,
But it is your hands I miss the most though
Gentle soft and broad,
I can feel them in mine right now.
You were never unsure of how to use them,
You taught me how to use mine.
I didnt think falling for an artist would be this simple but somehow
I feel as though your words are paint strokes I knew I could make.
Demonstration that showed me
Where to start,
Do I curve up or down? Do I take a wide sweep across a canvas until your hips, lips and
legs are at my fingertips again? Do I take long strides downward and remind myself how
bold your speech pours from your sweet sweet mouth?
You are my peach
I your plum
In that our individual seeds will sit untouched, till we by chance meet again
In wet New Jersey soil
Grow into trees of love,
Canopies devoted to one-another.
We need to swallow our promises
And avoid these nutrients of lust
We have nowhere to grow.
9) FUCK GIRLS
Fuck girls
Because there is an inherent evil behind those red lips.
Men don't play with minds the way women do; men manipulate
But women sink poison into your tongue and mind, laying dormant until youve stopped
needing them
And then you begin to show signs,
You crave them
You ache for their touch and the shine in their hair, mid-laugh gasps,
And of this I'm guilty as well.
When women unmask themselves,
When they show the inside of their chest, past the round curve of their breasts,
When they dig through their rib cage for emotions they left far behind,
It's striking a match too near to a heart fueled by diesel.
Women want to watch the world burn because they want to feel passion, the flame of
romanticism.
There's warmth in the ending of the world,
In the physical rift in our distanced locations
In the tsunami outpour of long lost love
In the hurricane of "What I never said.
Tears upon tears upon tears upon my fist through the wall,
The femme beauty has venom in her fingernails.
How do we love women despite the sly aggression they harvest?
Just unleash a nuke,
Might as well kill me
Because I love women as much as I'm terrified of them.