Jeans
Muddy, torn, patched and worn
The sign of a good pair of Jeans
Jeans
Skinny, pre-ripped, be-jewelled and perfect
The sign of a cool kid
Sweats
Comfortable, calm, relaxing and cool
The sign of common sense
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… But I have so few
In comparison
Mona Lisa never was perfect
But still it’s
Art
And is viewed everyday
By thousands
Poems
Judged by You
How sad is the existence of women
For from the dawn of time
Our only greatness determined by how many sons we bear
Our minds considered too weak by men
Our sex considered frail and delicate by men
We who endure the cycle of womanhood
We who endure the pain of childbirth
Doubted as leaders because we are too emotional
We who listen before we speak
We who sit silently waiting for our moment we have patience
While men cannot stand waiting
How sad is the existence of women
We who fought for rights and equality
But are still beaten down by the male sex
Men who always see us as weak and bubble headed
The women of this generation no lo
I don’t how it would happen
I don’t even want to think about it
Suppose though
Suppose one day
You decided our friendship wasn’t for you
I don’t know why
I lie awake sometimes
Thinking of things I might be doing
Just to avoid this situation
But suppose
For whatever reason
You broke off the friendship
I’ve imagined
What you might say
What you might do
Suppose, when you told me
Now suppose I already know what I’d do
I know my reaction
I wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t plead with you
I’d go cold
Again
My shields, granted a little rusty
Would come up
Again
“I knew this would happen”
Fending off blows
Dodging arrows
And falling foes
Screaming at fleeing men
Guarding single handedly
Nothing changes then
Protector of the weak
Fighter for the lost
The world becomes less bleak
With the power of one