Thursday, March 5, 2015

Can all the tender women please stand up? ...A look at the emotions of women who have been broken by men

I feel like there is a very uneven balance within the emotions of the broken women of today. They are either too headstrong or too emotional. There seems to be no gray area.

When I say headstrong I’m referring to those women who are too hard—overly protective of themselves because of past men who have toyed with their emotions and took them for granted. These are the women who flee from being too involved, never putting all their eggs in one basket. Resembling the characteristics of the stereotypical male player type who swears on never committing.

When I say too emotional I’m speaking about those women who are hurt by every small thing their man does or doesn’t do. Women who get upset or sad because he’s running late, or he chooses to hang with his guys one night instead of them (guilty). These are the women who turn the smallest of conversations into the largest of arguments because they are overly dependent on their man which stemmed from a lack of love from a previous relationship(s). 

Women may feel the need to lean more towards one than the other, but guess what…

There is NOTHING wrong with simply being tender. You were made to be more emotional than men. Mind you, this isn’t an excuse to drive your men crazy. There is still a certain level of emotional stress that you must be careful to release onto your men at once. 

Ladies, never overcompensate within your emotions because of some past dilemma that you experienced with other men. If you want and are ready to give and receive true love, be open to it. There’s nothing wrong with acting with caution because of something that happened in the past, but that’s all the past should be—a clearer leans for you to view life and relationships with so that when the same thing comes a long you can spot it from a mile away—not an excuse to toy with someone else’s emotions before they toy with yours. Or, cling too tightly so that they won’t let go.

There’s a fine line between emotional and annoying. 

Let’s create that gray area and dwell in it for a change.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Men vs. Women: There should be no comparison

Men and women will never fully understand each other. They're not meant to. That's not why you get with someone, because they seemingly "understand you." Soul mates, as the world does not see it, are brought together by divine purpose. They are knit together from birth. The complexity of human in general is a mix of confusion that no one can grasp. There are many mysteries to who we are and they are only known by The One who created us. Getting mad at your man for stuff he doesn't understand does not help the relationship. It actually adds unnecessary stress on the both of you. Learn to explain things to him. Tell him what you want because most times men don't pick up on what's obvious to us women.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

My "Him" Dream

He sees me.
Looking past my imperfections,
he understands that it takes dirt to grow something beautiful.
He connects with the woman I will be,
but never disrespects the journey it took.
He possesses the eyes of a man who believes the outer shell is merely temporary
and that what is inside and unseen makes up the aesthetics of a person.
He recognizes my beauty as one meant to be occupied by me
and that the chance of it resembling commercial beauty is slight.
He handles my intelligence like a delicate piece attained from a menagerie;
He thrives on it with no underlying intimidation.
His intelligence provides him with the mind of a man matured,
gifts him with the idea that one woman is better than many.
He holds the persistence of a winner in his right hand
and the accompanied humility of a loser in the left.
He allows me to embrace his imperfections
and is not afraid to let his heartache spill over the rim of his eyes and out onto the plain of his cheeks, occasionally.
His love for me resembles God's--
Its unconditional nature lightens my darkness and strengthens my weakness.
He is strong for me,
but does not see himself as my savior.
Rather, he looks upon my being as an asset.
His confidence lifts his head,
aligns his shoulders,
and straightens his back.
He is sure of who he is.
He is sure of who I am.
He is sure of what we are together.
He sees me.

Friday, May 10, 2013

The Girl on the Outskirts

She stares at me
Wondering why I don't resemble who I was back then.
She contemplates over what happened
and how I strayed.
She is on the outside looking in
and I have failed to let her in again.
The girl a few years ago could make friends with anyone,
talk to anyone,
laugh at anything.
She contemplates.
She is outside of herself.
She has become a stranger in the same body
acting in ways she never thought would arise.
She is on the outside,
staring through a window wondering why it is so hard to see:
Her character has changed.
Her mind is not the same.
She stares,
wondering how things got so far.
Her eyes ache because they are not windows to the soul--
she cannot see what is going on with the girl trapped behind the haze.
She tries to speak,
but her words are dwindling.
She tries to yell,
but finds herself gasping for air.
The outside girl is no longer a part of the in.
The inside girl has failed to give her life.
As the one resides on the outskirts,
she lives on in memory
knowing she will be
revived to
reality
once again.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Who I am Not

I am not what others want me to be.
I am not the carefully formulated manipulation of others.
My life line is not based on the judgmental nature of others.
I shall not faint.
I shall not die.
I am not what others want me to be.
My life refutes against others'.
My heart beats not on the account of whether a person will or will not like me.
I am not solely the perception of others.
I am His
and He is me.
Myself does not reside behind the shadows of meaningless talk.
My gift does not make me others'.
My legs do not strut down the uneven paths of those who can't quite get it together.
My voice does not make up the pitch of others.
My fine-tuned chords are meant for me.
I will not dance only because another decided to beat his drum.
The thud of my own drum will suffice
and the move of my feet will be on my own terms.
I am not what others want me to be.
I am courageously me.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Maze

We all go through phases
We all travel through mazes
Looking for an end to justify the means
Not as easy as it seems
The journey offers delay
We seek to find a way in
We seek to find a way out
The route not less travelled by,
'Til one day we come to our senses
We dream of recompenses
And never set foot again...

Leech

Sucking the life out of a memory
She has become comfortable there.
Like a crutch
She leans on its every punctuation
Pressing down and holding, hoping she can surpass the end of the line.
Reminiscing is her epithet
It will be the death of her--of other thoughts
There's no room for alternate opportunities.
She has replaced other possibilities with a stump--stubbornly unmoving.
Holding on tight, her fingers cramp from years of recollection.
Easing up on her grasp only slightly, allowing small breaks every now and then
She refuses to believe in dissipation.
Dwindling fractions are sore from the motion of jerking back.
She doesn't know how to let go
She can't understand why she should
She reminds herself of the good days...
Can't let go
Need to breathe
Lest I die of starvation