Saturday, June 11, 2016

Who am I?

I’m a fucking princess with
shiny satin and tiny bows and
full diplomatic power.


I rock the tiara and
the little black dress. I’m
on a mission. My decisions rest
on my authority. I choose


my destiny,
my relationships,
my friends.


to smile.
   laugh.
to argue.
   cry.
to be silent. I decide


whom I kiss.
whom I fuck.
what words I use. I talk


about what I like and don't like.


I listen.
encourage. I’m
caring,
compassionate, and


self-sacrificing.


But I examine what bothers me, confront
when words should be said. Ask


hard questions
grapple answers
face fears
admit wrong.
And abide—ever abide—when right.


Stand
for myself. I am not difficult. I
have standards. I’m strong.
beautiful.
sexy.
I’m brave.
important.
worthy.
I matter,


not because someone told me, but because


I determine it so.


I’m a work in progress.
Screw up.
Fall down.


With flaws and issues and scars, but
my sleeves are rolled.
I’m getting my shit together. And
if you want
to be by my side,
You need to be working on your shit, too.