Monday, August 5, 2013
Changing men's diapers really does stink!
YES I totally freak out when I'm stressed.
I shouldn't have to apologize for my behavior,
Or censor my words.
I shouldn't have to act like I don't have emotions,
Or not cry.
I like to cry.
I worry about everything.
Our government scares me.
American freaks me out.
You make me quiver and shake.
It's a funny world and I try to embrace the changing times.
Always changing and evolving into something better;
Newer and more vibrant.
Women have a long way to go.
We look back 50 years in shock at the lack of rights.
My children will look at me in awe that women didn't make as much money as men when I was growing up, even though we are more educated as a whole,
And we had to still change our men's diapers because they always shit their pants,
Figuratively speaking that is.
We are still making things better,
In our own individual unique way,
And that brings me hope.
YES I can't always control my emotions,
And say hurtful things,
And act out ridiculously in public,
And floss my teeth at the dinner table, and in public.
And I spit my lemon seeds all of the floor at fancy restaurants,
And never wear the right pair of shoes for the occasion,
And hate deodorant,
I'm all for the natural smell of me.
I love showers, and baths,
And books and music,
Things that people sometimes lose touch with.
I love to paint,
Like bones, skulls of the dead animals that litter the railroad tracks,
Rescue bikes from the depths of the river,
And walk them to friends houses that really aren't that close to me.
And call the senators and congressman, and mayors of the different counties that I seem to have a disagreement for.
I like to stand up for what I believe in,
Even if that isn't what you believe in.
Or anyone else for that matter of fact.
I like to think,
Think realistically and in fantasy worlds far away.
I love to love,
And be happy,
But the stress is sometimes to overwhelming,
Because I admit,
I'm a perfectionist.
I freak out in the worst situations,
Like at dinner tables with people I hardly know,
With business people that could possibly give me a job,
In the worst moments possible I admit and exclaim!
That is just me,
And I shouldn't have to apologize for myself.
It is what makes me who I am,
It makes me a woman who isn't afraid to stand up,
Shout out at the top of my lungs that I believe in something,
That I want something,
That I need so much and have so little.
That is wonderful,
We are wonderful,
Life is so wonderful,
And I do love you.
Even if you don't understand my madness,
Or don't like my words,
Or what I write.
If you think I don't fit in and do the oddest,
Sometimes rudest things in your mind.
But I think it's fine to go against the grain,
Walk to the beat of my own drum,
And not keep rhythm,
And play at the coffee shop even though I suck at music or playing,
And make music videos, playing a guitar that I don't know any chords to.
I think it is wonderful,
A new experience everyday and I'm evolving too.
Evolution takes time,
But it starts with one person,
Thinking in a manner not like the rest.
And that is Beautiful.