Life As I Know It

Just watched the Boyfriend music video. Justin Bieber is now a gangsta. But looks like a younger version of Paul Wesley. Oh, poor deceived Canadian boy. You will never be a Gsta. Face the facts. Just embrace the Paul Welsey look - it’s waay hotter.

This is truly one of the most brilliant pieces of Slam Poetry, to me. And I do not doubt that any girl will Not connect with it. I love being a girl. I can feel what you’re feeling as you’re feeling it inside the feeling before. I am an emotional creature. Things do not come to me  as intellectual theories or hard-shaped ideas. They pulse through my organs and legs and burn up my ears. I know when your girlfriend’s really pissed off even though she appears to give you what  you want. I know when a storm is coming. I can feel the invisible stirrings in the air. I can tell you he won’t call back. It’s a vibe I share. I am an emotional creature. I love that I do not take things lightly. Everything is intense to me. The way I walk in the street. The way my mother wakes me up. The way I hear bad news. The way it’s unbearable when I lose. I am an emotional creature. I am connected to everything and everyone. I was born like that. Don’t you dare say all negative that it’s a  teenage thing or it’s only only because I’m a girl. These feelings make me better. They make me ready. They make me present. They make me strong. I am an emotional creature. There is a particular way of knowing. It’s like the older women somehow forgot. I rejoice that it’s still in my body. I know when the coconut’s about to fall. I know that we’ve pushed the earth too far. I know my father isn’t coming back. That no one’s prepared for the fire. I know that lipstick means more than show. I know that boys feel super-insecure and so-called terrorists are made, not born. I know that one kiss can take away all my decision-making ability and sometimes, you know, it should. This is not extreme. It’s a girl thing. What we would all be if the big door inside us flew open. Don’t tell me not to cry. To calm it down Not to be so extreme To be reasonable. I am an emotional creature. It’s how the earth got made. How the wind continues to pollinate. You don’t tell the Atlantic ocean to behave. I am an emotional creature. Why would you want to shut me down or turn me off?  I am your remaining memory. I am connecting you to your source. Nothing’s been diluted. Nothing’s leaked out. I can take you back. I love that I can feel the inside of the feelings in you, even if it stops my life even if it hurts too much or takes me off track even if it breaks my heart. It makes me responsible. I am an emotional I am an emotional, devotional,  incandotional, creature.  And I love, hear me,  love love love being a girl

So funny when people post half naked photos of themselves on Facebook and then make their status about them wanting to start modelling?  How about porn instead? Would suit you a lot more, me thinks. Attention seeking much? Shame.

I have 4 scars around my lips: 2 are actually are on my lips which distorts it. My lips are skew when I smile: so I don’t have a wonderful glamorous smile. I have nose problems: it is constantly itchy from allergies. My skin is not perfect: Breakouts are a bitch. I have a booty: I can wear full playsuits no matter how pretty the garment is. My cuticles around my nails are naturally dry: so I am forced to pick, bite and moisturise them. I have wide feet: I cannot wear petite shoes, but I get the shoes that I love and think look good. My voice is not the singing type: but I bust out with the song. I am not the most flexible of dancers: but I can push myself unlike others. My turns do not continue forever: but I will strive to do as many as I can. I may no be the best choreographer: but I will be creative and emotive in the matter. My eyes are no special colour: but the shape is unusual. I have a skew left index finger with a scar on it: but I can still write neatly with my left hand. My teeth aren’t perfect (to my standards): but I continue to smile. I have a bad right shoulder: but I still throw myself into my dancing and gym through it. My birthday is extremely late in the year: but I forget that and enjoy myself. I wish my hair was longer: but I get bored if I have the same style for too long. My my, I may be rude: but I’m honest. I’m not the smartest or top of the class: but what I do know I exceed in knowledge. If I can start of negative and then slowly turn it positive, still remain alive, why can’t you do the same? Why must your life or features be worse than others. Find the silver lining in everything.