Posted in miscellaneous, original

I Wear A Dress

I wear a dress not so people can look at me. On the contrary, I prefer to be invisible.

I wear a dress because I feel like it…because it’s been a while…because I feel comfortable in it.

But then they stare. It’s fine I guess. But there is malice in the way they stare. Sometimes I’m too aware that I dare not look. I’ve learned it’s better to ignore them.

It’s better than being catcalled…better because they don’t touch.

So I wear shorts or skirts. But it’s the same. It seems that when they see your legs, you become an object. It’s like exposing yourself…and you are to blame.

So I wear pants. Walk like I mean business, like I’m up for a street fight. See, I learned that you’ve got to walk like a tough guy so they dare not come near.

For a girl to walk prim and proper in front of hungry wolves, you’re fresh meat. So you have to walk like a tough guy.

But it’s the same. The catcalling is still there, at times. Although not as often as wearing a dress or skirt or shorts, but it’s still there. They still look with malice and sometimes….sometimes it’s hard to hold your head up and be tough because you know they’ll never stop.

©Maria Michaela


Hello earthlings! This is not a poetry but a glimpse of how it can be tough for females out in the world. I’ve been catcalled before which is never a nice feeling when you hear the malice in their voice. But many women, girls, have had it worse. Just thought of sharing what it feels like when something as simple as catcalling can do to a person. Let’s all be better people and teach the young one’s to be better as well. Love lots.

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Real Women Don’t Need Makeup 

I can’t relate to makeups

To tips and their tutorials

Sometimes I think it’s too superficial

But I hold my tongue.
Why can’t women be encouraged to read more books?

That intelligence is real beauty

That the mind be powered

Rather than the face getting powdered

That we buy more of what can help fuel our astounding brains

Rather than outer beauty that melts away with age.

Posted in original, self / self esteem

I Breathe Fire Because I Can

The dragons call me their own

Lucky enough are the ones who come close and don’t get burned

Stare me down, they cower in fear.

I am invincible.

 

I won’t and will not back down.

Fierce as the red flame yet cooler than ice.

Bite me and you become charcoal

Charred lips, blackened body

Is what will be left behind

 

The temperature does not change as quickly as I do.

Breathe air, breathe water

But it is fire that fuels me.

Bow down to the dragon queen

Posted in favorites, special

Phenomenal Woman

Here’s something special for Mother’s Day. To All phenomenal mothers, including mine

 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

-Maya Angelou-