I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. Yes I’m a woman That’s me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman
Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenal woman, That’s me…..!!!
There was a time when I wanted to fly. There was a time when I wanted to feel as alive as possible. Now I’m just scared. Afraid, of how things can go wrong in one second. One moment you are someone and the other moment someone else. There’s no story here. No words or figures. Just me. Just me and you. I don’t know why you’re here. I don’t want to know. But I know you know what I’m talking about. You know the pain. We all do. If you don’t, just pretend you’re lucky. Because you’re not.
Pain is universal for us. We can’t possibly imagine a world without pain. We pretend it is something evil and cursed. Something rotten and broken. But it’s not. It’s the only truth other than death. That’s the only thing that will still hold your hand when you’re waiting for death to come. It is your most trustworthy friend. The only true friend that let’s you be.
Death takes you away. Happiness makes you forget who you really are. But pain. Oh, the pain. How many countless artists and art has been made because of pain ?. Almost all of it. Because pain teaches you about a world that is far and isolated from everything. Where you can be truly you. At your best and worst.
But I don’t like pain. It’s just not for me. I don’t thrive in pain. I give myself up. Some people create when they’re in pain. I destroy. You can make art both ways. You just can’t choose which one belongs for you. And it’s killing the world.
The problem in the world is that we’re all afraid. We’re all afraid to love and be ourselves. We can blame it on everything else but honestly it’s our fault. It’s inside us and we weren’t taught to respect it, we weren’t taught to separate pain from love. For us it’s the opposite faces of the same coin. Pain is not absence of love, Nor is love presence of happiness. It’s born inside everyone differently. It’s like our DNA, different for everybody.
We’re not taught about freedom anymore. But rules and laws. We’re not taught about how we can be ourselves but how we can be someone else. It’s a race and we’re all losing. We’re all losing because there’s no finish line. We’re all just running because the first guy began to run and then the next followed him. Now anyone who doesn’t run will find himself lonely. There’s nobody left standing still. Everybody is busy in running to no where. The world feels small now. The universe feels explored. There are more answers to questions now, but we’re still clueless.
There is more love to be had now more than ever. There are so many of us now.
But where is love ?. Where is this magical thing. Where does it hide ?.
When I was little I searched for it in people. When I grew up I searched for it in my heart. And today, with a broken heart I know where it is.
Far and unreachable but somewhere beautiful and warm.
There’s no pain as the pain from a broken heart. It swallows every inch of your body, your soul, along with every positive energy in the world. It swallows time itself.
The worst part is, even if you could go back and change things… you wouldn’t.
That’s not love. That’s the pain.
That’s the pain telling you that you not only need something but something that was a part of you is missing.
The pain is what keeps the love alive and in a way keeps the world alive.
And We’ll be nothing without love.
Not with our skyscrapers and latest technology, addictions and trends.
Have you ever met a man who lost on love ? Who saw his love slowly walk away leaving him alone in the universe.
Do you think he still enjoys good food or music ?
Do you think those things matter anymore ?
Love is magical. Magic does not exist. It only appears in a moment briefly only to disappear.
Leaving you scratching your head because you have no clue what hit you.
Getting hit by a train is better, some would say. It’s not even anywhere close in my opinion.
And when you’re in that pain. You realise there’s no difference between love and pain.
But the difference you make.
It’s as much more important to heal the world today than live within ourselves in pain.
It’s as much more important to stop running for a moment and see around ourselves. See if somebody needs to be picked up.
And love is the only thing strong enough to make us stop.
I have given up on believing in you. It seems that for years and years and so many more years to come. You have constantly sent out more pain than you have happiness. You give a sense of hope that doesn’t equal someones reality. You portray this false imagination. You try to allow myself and others to believe that if we set certain standards and place things/people on a pedestal… That we will achieve you. Why is it that even after constant let down we allow you back into our lives? why do we still wait for you? expect you? hope and wish for you? set you so high… To expect is to assume to assume is to make a mockery out of yourself I’d rather not.
I don’t expect him/her to ever speak to me again I don’t expect those who’ve doubted me to suddenly believe I don’t expect my lost friends and family to suddenly be found I don’t expect immediate change I don’t expect the best outcomes to my hard work, right away. I don’t expect you to love me I don’t expect freedom in a life of chains I don’t expect anything, anymore
The only expecting I do now is the kind I can control
I expect myself to love who deserves to be loved I expect myself to be the best person I can be I expect myself to try and change what is my flaws I expect myself to be there always for my family and some friends I expect myself to believe in me I expect myself to try even if it’s so much easier to quit I expect myself to forgive…Even when I know they don’t deserve it I expect my self to live…even when life has killed all my faith I expect myself to fight…even when I don’t have much left I expect myself to always remain honest to who I am
Expectations.
We place on things that we have no control over… on people who just may not be able to live up to our needs we can’t expect anything out of anyone or thing… all we can do is expect what we want in ourselves. Put out in life what we hope…but don’t expect…to get back.
Change your mindset – Change your heart – Change your life I expect nothing out of this…..
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