People think of me as some kind of stupid whore.
Having seen me in relationships, where my passion and sexuality is expressed and not kept in vain, see me laugh at the slightest of things-simply because life has a lot of laughter and happiness to bring- and they don't experience my knowledge or spirituality, because I pick and choose whom I invest my time in, and see more than make up, alcohol and short skirts, and have the hindsight of the possibilities of the world; far beyond the horizons of school.
But the way they look at me, and disregard any suggestion I'm keen to share. Whether I'm seen studying by myself or dancing with my boyfriend at lunch time, they have no trust in what I say to be true.
I feel like William Blake, or the innocent Harlot plaguing a marriage hearse that these people around me so depressingly worship, with manacles of suppression and superiority clutching at their wrists. Do not show your love, or celebrate the gifts you were born to accept! Look down upon those who keep to themselves, who think for themselves and express themselves beyond what we have been taught to do!
No one ever expects me to do well, to have skills that can bring me up on stage "and the award goes to..!" and it makes me all the less eager to do so, why would I want to impress those that judge my happy ways? If you don't like one side of the story, turn a blind eye to the possibility that their might be another. What a great attitude.
That is one of my goals for this next coming year, get out of any habit I have of doing the same thing, no more blind eyes.
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