There are too many words.
Each day I am drown in words.
Once, I sat with a man each day for
six months and not a word passed between us
I've never forgotten how moved I was by what he said. . .
What I'm trying to say is that
I have a need, now and then to shake
the words out of my hair.
All the stale and used-up words-
the frantic panic words that jump about my desk -
and the heavy meaningful words
that hang like curtains in the air.
The people who spin words about me
holding me tightly to them -
and the people who fill every corner with urgent words within their voices -
every inch of my room -
closing the space through
which they may fall to nothing.
One word would be enough!
Just one word
that I might hold it in my palm I would
weigh it
and know it.
Wait, can we talk about why it's such a phenomenon for a woman to not have makeup on. Because we hate ourselves so much that we kiss our pillows with foundation on and drawn eyebrows, waterproof mascaras, so that waking up doesn't turn into a nightmare, right? As a woman who walks out the house and walks out in those streets without makeup more often than not I appreciate those days when I beat my brows so good that fleeking has nothing on me. I see a lot of girls without makeup on a daily basis, whether I'm on my way to work or school but I don't bow down to each one in awe of her bravely because oh, the rest of them with mascaras on, hate the genetic result they found in the mirror that morning. But hey No, it's not either hating nor judging the need for makeup, or what so ever. Some believe that most women these days define themselves through makeup, but hey there's no such because yes I think that every women can be whoever they want to be and ho...
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