So I told you this poem isn’t about you- and it isn’t. This one is all mine… 🙂
For day 27- Some Assembly Required. 🙂
3 days to go!
Cookies and buckets o’ hugs,
A loss in one part of the world is no smaller than a loss in any other. Every life snatched, is a loss. Every life taken, is an outrage. Every justification provided is a lie.
Watching the news is so painful, but this is what is happening. This is the world we live in. And not only is it tragic, but also frustrating to be unable to help in any way.
Pray for London. Pray for Syria. Pray for the Rohinhya. For all those who are suffering in Somalia, Sudan, Nigeria… If you can do anything to help, anything to protect, please do. If you cannot, please pray.
Some men do not carry your heart safely in their chest. They keep it in their pocket, shuffling their daily things around it. Sometimes they leave it lying somewhere. Other times, they forget and jam a pack and a lighter on top of it, and remember many cigarettes later. And you don’t care. Because no matter how bruised it gets, you’re happy knowing that they’re still there to carry it at all.
At least it hasn’t fallen out of their hands. Yet.
Why are men strong?
Is it because they are providers
Or just poachers?
Is it because they can
Stand up and hit us
Because we lack the girth
To deal the damage back
Because it’s easy to hurt
Someone who can’t attack
Someone who will easily bend
Avoid the pain
But some of us
And then you feel like
You must crush us
Men are strong
And a woman who won’t listen can
Be showed, thoroughly
That she is wrong
A man who must rely on
The strength of his arms
To show a woman how strong he is
May not be meek
But the defeat is not for the beaten
Because he is already
I don’t know how you are so brave
How everything that bruises you leaves so
You smile that secret smile and carry on
As though you weren’t stopped, but you’d paused
And now you were walking on again
Not crippled, just resting one leg
Not sad, not aching
As if you hadn’t built that house of cards so
Then you listen to me
And you laugh
And I forget what I was even angry about
Because you are so brave
That just the aftertaste of you is strong
Courage is as much about not mourning
Loving that fish,
Respecting a donut
Not wearing underwear on principle
Waking up early on thursdays to shave
And just as much shrugging
making a wrinkly nosed face, and
carrying on, because you are