girlintheworld222

[girlintheworld222]

[girlintheworld222]

just felt a strong pang of love for the human experience. feeling manic pixie dream girl ! feeling like restoring my faith in human kind ! feeling like my path is not yet paved and blessings fall into my lap !

[girlintheworld222]

beneath the bloom

this is a poem i wrote for my english assessment, about how without women’s unique stengths of high emotional intelligence and empathy, as well as their thoughts, ideas and experiences as a woman being strongly represented in society, there becomes masculine imbalance, and our society does not function to its fullest potential.

Her body shone with love and hope as she lay as the purest form of life there is.

Surrounded by fluorescent lights and teary eyes as she is swaddled in pink cotton.

Her love and hope a promise, her protection guaranteed.

But she will soon grow, A flowering face is all she shall show, her roots and inner workings concealed and unsightly.

All that shall be watered and nourished is the outer body we value so deeply.

As she withers and rots beneath the surface.

Begging to be dug out.

To be seen for anything but her petals and leaves.

Her dirt and wirey roots silently screaming for air.

The tall rough trees above will call to her flowery face, wondering the problem with being nourished no deeper than surface.

Because he is too high up to see her deep dying roots.

Or maybe just too high up to consider them. 

Perhaps if we blessed and praised her soil as we do her petals, the flowers could be level with the trees.

Remaining soft and sweet but breathing the sunlight and air just as he does.

Sprouting her unique elements and the missing pieces through the garden that were once buried beneath her shunned roots.

But we don’t kiss and nourish the roots as we do the face.

So, from her lack of sunlight and air she becomes too low to even be seen.

The garden grows so little biodiversity that it becomes hideously plain and unbalanced. 

Wilted petals hitting the ground.

Trying hard not to make a sound.

A dead garden of lost potential.

And a phenomenon he has created.