dump #1
just a body of work i wrote literally ten minutes ago and thought to share. i was thinking of the song ‘normal girl’ by sza when writing this while also reflecting on personal experiences. enjoy if you wanna.
what is being a woman? who truly knows? is being a woman following a religious book, line for line? commandment after commandment? or is being a woman being a feminist? being solely independent and calling out men on their “toxic masculinity” or is being a woman embodying the definition of a sex symbol? seductive behavior and language? engaging in many partners to analyze how to catch a man? but if i do none of those things what am i? a waste of women parts? ugly? useless? i don’t want to be the woman that has to follow a book in order to live my life properly. i don’t want to be the woman that has to actively attempt to belittle men because of how they act and treat other women. and i damn sure don’t want to be the woman that has to flash her cleavage, undercheeks, and wear too small clothing in order to gain “experience” and “knowledge”. why can’t me just being me work? why can’t my baggy jorts, sneakers, and occasional crop tops be enough? why can’t my skin treated face be better and more attractive than my full face of makeup? why can’t i smile and it be the sexiest thing ever? why can’t my baggy tee and granny panties be equivalent to lingerie? even if i possess lingerie, it seems that it still isn’t good enough. i don’t want to have to grab private areas and whisper naughty things in order to get the ball rolling. why can’t me kissing you with all the love i have in me be enough? why can’t me kissing you all over your face be enough? why can’t me sitting on your lap and laying my head in the crook of your neck be enough? what the fuck will be enough? until i figure it out, i’ll be this mass of human that share the same parts as an average woman.