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Drifting
I have for so long, been what everyone
expected, demanded, assumed and believed of me
yet in the end never quite measured up
to the standards they felt I should meet.
Do I have toilet syndrome
or am I sensual/sexual elemental throne?
The royal womb of creation
or a depository for wasted testosterone?
The value of a woman, a true woman,
begins when she knows her worth
and learns to guard that worth jealously,
because once lost it is extremely hard to regain.
“A fallen queen must acquiesce
or summit to the conqueror,
thus be pillaged till barren and wasted”
(Gypsy Red )
So at what point do I stop being what I am
for everyone else and be me FOR me;
When do I stop living for others and live for me?
Selfish it may sound and childish it may very well be.
As adults we no longer belong to ourselves,
we belong to our commitments and everything therein.
We bend to the wisdom of others
because we distrust our own intuition.
I am woman, strong, passionate,
courageous, and compassionate
yet soft, delicate, gentle,
tender and sensitive.
Can these qualities live in harmony
without seeming pathetic and weak?,
refuse to behave docile and phony,
be one with self without being meek?
I am the Gypsy tempestuous,
tumultuous and coquettish
yet lost adrift in a sea of questions
with no heading or bearings.
Gypsy Red, 2/6/2013
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