beauty is self-acceptance

I don’t need to
puncture my body or
rip off my skin or
stain my face or
pour bleach on my scalp
to feel beautiful.

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I needed to write this

Love wasn’t enough to save you.

 

This world exploded faster than a trigger,

my mind becoming paralyzed, desensitized,

attempting to wrap itself around the culprits of our demise.

 

You were only sixteen.

 

Sixteen candles illuminating a bright future that will never know

the sound of your voice or the love in your heart.

 

Sixteen brilliant ideas capable of changing the world,

that now lie lifeless on the ground,

destroyed before they saw the daybreak of a better tomorrow.

 

Sixteen nails hammering themselves through

broken hopes, dreams, and possibilities,

into a dark, hard place not invited by will.

 

Why does our world look like this?

 

Why instead of love we preach hate,

instead of building trust we build walls,

swallowing pills instead of mistakes,

digging graves instead of deeper into ourselves,

instead of loyalty we

find

better

options.

 

Why are we so broken

and continue to stay broken

breaking our children over our own pride,

teaching them to break each other more every day

teaching them that words don’t matter,

actions don’t matter,

human life doesn’t matter.

 

You matter.

 

Your ideas matter.

Your soul matters.

Your song matters,

and until we learn to sing together or we will stay singing hymns

that come too soon,

praying for the day love will save us too.

flowers

Giving a woman flowers when you have hurt her is an insult.

Women don’t deserve flowers when you have messed up, they deserve them at all times.

Why? Because they are beautiful. In all ways.

Like the way she makes you lunch and cooks you dinner, and gives you an extra for your freezer.

Like the way she does your laundry, and folds it to perfection.

Like the way she smiles, laughs, and exists in the world. Her tenderness is a phenomenon that is unmatched across the seas. She is pure light.

 

Giving a man flowers is not an insult.

Men deserve flowers because flowers are beautiful. And they are beautiful to admire. Just like the women who love them.

They work hard to fill a paradoxical glass of success, created by someone who is not them.

Men deserve flowers when they are upset, because they are human and they are allowed to be. The world has no mercy, it is cruel to everyone, and it’s not fair that half the souls who occupy it aren’t allowed to feel.

Men work hard to protect the women who love them, for softening their hearts for their children, for being compassionate and thoughtful.

They deserve beautiful things and beautiful souls.