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My type

I read about Sarah Kay for the first time on my friends blog  and the piece was The type. It resonated and triggered a response. For a while, I debated with myself on whether to leave it in my draft or post it…

Here goes My type!  Inspired by Sarah Kay’s The type

my type

I’ve always been the type of woman men want to look at,

So I didn’t let them look

I mistook their eyes for hands

So I covered up in loose clothes and a boyish style.

I didn’t know to let them see what a woman looked like.

I didn’t realize that they may not have seen one before.

 

I’ve always been the type of woman men want to touch,

But I refused their touch

I didn’t think it was me they were really reaching for

Maybe a bottle, a meal or another woman.

I just didn’t think they could see ‘me’

So before their hands could find me, I made them my brothers.

And became guardian, muse, friend and mentor.

 

As a woman with skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat

I wasn’t made out of metaphors, excuses or apologies

But I have grown to be a woman men want to hold

Now I know to let them hold me,

Knowing that only a few will want to learn what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around me

And admit that they do not have the answers they thought they would by now.

 

Some men want to hold me- They think I’m the answer

I’m not the answer and I’m not the question.

I am not the prayer either

Nor the joke or punch-line.

Sometimes I want to nibble so I take the role of a snack

But I am definitely not the victim

 

I don’t know if I’m the type men want to love,

But I will let them love me

And I will love them in return

Knowing that I have limbs

And I can walk the rope when the crowds have all gone home.

 

I’m not going to waste my time wondering if I am the type of woman men will hurt,

If he leaves me with a fast beating heart, I will learn to dance to the beat.

I will forgive myself for my decisions If I need to

Because I know that I am the type of woman who is searching for a place to call
mine.

 

The walls can come down

The pots can shatter

I am the place and the sun

I can build it

I will build it.

 

Author:

GOD CHASER || SPIRIT BEING || STUDENT OF LIFE || MULTIPOTENTIALITE || SAP CONSULTANT || GROWTHHACKER || SEEKING QUALITY EXPERIENCES || FINDING THE QUALITY IN SIMPLE || RUBBING THE ITCH BETWEEN MY FINGERS ||

3 thoughts on “My type

  1. Reblogged this on Rukia's Blog and commented:
    A friend of mine wrote this after reading Sarah Kay’s “The Type’, it resonated with me. I can relate to some part of it, especially the last two lines in the second paragraph.

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