We both don’t have romantic love in our lives **My bestfriend, who is always there for me ** Who will always be there for the girl who cries **We’re single and alone though never lonely ** Honestly, id rather keep it this way We can be lonely together, because who gets it like my bestie? There’s nobody who can be so great No other who can cheer me up so easily
**One day she’ll be at my real wedding ** **Next to me me: the maid of honor, obviously. ** So although right now we’re both ‘lonely’ **I don’t mind being lonely with her. **
There was a relief in feeling the storm approaching. The pause while I was reading. “What is this?” I’m asking, panicking. I think back to all the overthinking, when I was convincing myself something was happening between them. When I knew he’d always end up picking someone like her, beautifully perfect, unlike me. I convinced myself I was just generally letting my mind go to places negatively. But all that thinking was generously right. Crying, talking, begging, explaining. “I called it” I laugh dryly, sobbing. It was unusually releasing, knowing I was right. At least now I know I’m not just wrongfully assuming. So we’ll talk it out sincerely, I’ll continue my friendship with her, but I know once again the storming I predicted will always be coming. Because it’s only overthinking if it’s wrong.
Every guy I talk to only wants me for my body They talk to me, but just till they find out I won’t let them see Apparently I’m too boring because I won’t show myself Even though if I did I’d just be called a whore again
“Bop” “slut” the words are thrown around so easily Wether it’s because of how I dress or that I’m dating It’s not like I’m out cheating, but apparently I shouldn’t be happy Guys can date whoever whenever but I’m just sloppy goods, and slutty
It’s never “why is he abusing” it’s “why isn’t she leaving” It’s “don’t bother with her she has issues with daddy” Instead of “another father failed his daughter badly” Because it’s always a woman’s fault, their favorite excuse to use easily
I grew up with everyone around me sexualizing me Friends, family, strangers all alike, especially in my schooling I have six brothers, yet not the same ruling and opportunities “Gotta be careful, don’t wanna be raped” I’m told constantly
Even though if it happens they won’t believe me When I say a guy did do something, I’m lying
It’s 2024, your rights are already handed to you perfectly They ignore the double standards we see vividly Our health care being stolen away quickly “You already have your rights” they say ignorantly
This ain’t sweet home Alabama, I’ve never wanted to get with my brothers, but they still have set standards for me. I can see the type of man they are and how they treat their girlfriends, and I know how I should be treated by a guy My brothers are the good guys, the type that put others before them, the type that are willing to explain things, and be kind. They tease me and badger me, and they don’t like to admit it, but they love their little sister and have always been there for me. I’m a hopeless romantic and I always have been. There’s no romance between my brothers and I, obviously, but when I start doubting the ability of love I think of them, living proof that love can be real. I see them with their girlfriends, and it’s always small things. I see them opening doors, holding her close, always asking her what she wants, putting her first, talking about her in a sweet loving way. I have no romance with my brothers (obviously) but they have their own romance with great girls and it shows me how I deserve to be treated.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
Thank you to my mom, who has been through a lot, but still manages to be the bomb. Who has never stopped staying calm and is always giving me the things she never could have. Ever since I came out of the womb shes been my place, someone I could go to.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
Thank you to my dad, who has stuck around and not left for milk. Even if he’s mad sometimes I know he’s still glad for me and if I need to I can get someone stabbed.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
Thank you to all of my brothers, who have always been there for me watching me grow up. Whether we fight over something stupid or get ready for supper together, I wouldn’t trade any of them for another, as much as I joke and bother them. They made me tougher and smarter and have always been there for me.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
Thank you to my best friend, who I can always trust to defend me and not pretend to like me. Who can comprehend everything I say and understand my intent. Until I’m dead I’ll stick with her, until my end, because she will always continue to be the one I can depend on.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
Thank you to my cousin who makes me a better person. I try not to judge people because she doesn’t, I remember how she taught me people are different and improving. She’s the person I want to be.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
Thank you to all my friends and family who I can’t include in this, because it’s already kinda long. Thank you to all the people who made me who I am, whether happily or otherwise, cuz they made me who I am.
I don’t say it enough: “thank you”
**Leopards never change their spots. **
You can’t except a lot from someone who has never been a good part of your plot. No matter what you thought you have to focus on what you got. “You have to give them another shot” is something I’ve never bought, sure I give multiple chances after we fought, but eventually you have to stop getting caught in the middle of their knot.
**The fox may grow grey but never good **
You can grow up and learn better moods and get over the feuds you used to care about tried and true, you can grow up to mature and look at the things opposite of how they used to be viewed. You can change the dudes you hang out with and how you’re wooed, but deep down you can’t change your soul. If you’re unsympathetic and rude, you can’t change to be honest and cool just because you reached adulthood, even if you should.
Peoples honest ways of life can’t be fixed. You can improve yourself but you can’t change your core.
**Leopards never change their spots. **
You assume things about me, when you don’t even know who I am. You use your bias against the people you see, not understanding that’s criminally unfair. They’re only clothes, the things I wear, I havent even been on earth for 18 years, yet you think you know my value? Because I’m not modest or holy, I show the body I was born in, I’m disgusting. I’m not slutty because my skin is showing. It doesn’t mean I’ve lost my virginity or screwed x amount of guys nightly. You assume what you don’t know, even though how many guys I’m dating isn’t your business. You don’t know me, you don’t know how much I prize loyalty, how much I try to always be improving. You don’t know how valuable I think honesty is. When I’m crying over something in my imperfectly hard life, you aren’t the one holding me in your arms. You assume I can’t defend myself. That I’m an easy target. That you can easily take me down, just cuz I’m a woman. Your bias makes you think I don’t know the basics, when I do. You think I can’t function, that I need to be walked through it. But I’m not, I’m dressing the way I please and I can take care of myself gladly.
Every star in the sky has a reason, a story. Each has seen billions of lives, one that may be like yours. Just like there are billions of people on earth, each with their own story and destiny. Each star glowing in the night sky, their beauty hidden by the daylight. Similar to how each person has their own pain and reasoning for their actions, their beauty hidden by the world. But everyone is human, and deep down everyone is good. Just like each star is waiting to show their inner soul in the night.
In a feild of flowers, I stay away from all others, my umbrella protecting me from all the haters. I spent too long following their guidance but now good riddance I got rid of them. I’m focusing on myself and my opportunities, protecting my peace religiously, because I do go first effortlessly, even if everyone else wants to hurt me selfishly.
I’ve never been good at belonging, at being normal. I’ve never been effortlessly good at being seen as equal. People would say I’m too janky, that I can’t act natural. And they were right- I didn’t fit in like they did, I didn’t catch onto the trends until later, I never changed my opinions for some hater. But you can’t please everyone, I won’t spend my life on the run from peoples thoughts. I’m going to be considered weird either way, so that’s a memory that’s blurred. I’m still not crazy great, people still don’t like my traits, but who cares? I don’t belong with them, but I belong with my family and my friends. All my friends who are great tens, those who I’ll always defend. The people who hold me while I cry, all the people who believe I can fly. They’re the ones who I belong with.<3
