You are a wild and beautiful thing.
You must always remember the difference between being loved and tamed.
I am bonesand flesh and hair and eyesthat shine.
Jessica Bristow
I stand onmy own two feet in the groundwhere I was found.
You are a wild and beautiful thing.You must always rememberthe difference between being lovedand tamed.
I want to know what you seewhen you look at me.Is it brown eyes, searchingyour face?
Is it a smile, pullingyou closer?
But I want you to look at meand see we are the same.
A strong woman is a feared woman.I hope your knees shakewhen you see me.
Something with roots.I am more than just a pretty faceso maybe something like a rose.
But thornswhere youd least expect them.Or maybe a sunflower.
Yellow.Thick stem not thick skull.
I could stand tallanywhere I wander.
I could tell those farmer boystheyre wrong.I am pretty.
I am strong.On second thought, Ill be that damn cactus.Carry my weight and water with me.
Keepwhat Ive learned inside.
Keep it under strong skin.I wont worry about being pretty.
Ill show those spikeslike scars of where Ive been.
And Ill grow a flower.If I want to.
Grow where Im least expected.
Growwhere the sand burns and naked soles are too scared to wander.There, Ill grow.
I am a woman.
I hold my heart out in my palm and let others touch the warm surface.
I listen with my eyes closed and let stories wash over my skin like rain.
I speak my emotions to life, let them run wild like horses through an open field.
I do not fear or hold back.
Ive learned to love like I am malleable because love does not stay still and stiff.
I give a shot to be gentle and kind, fill my heart with the spirit of patience.
I trust because I dont know how not to.
I care because to feign indifference makes my chest ache.
I am a woman with a big heart I am soft and not afraid to love.
But I am also strong.
My laughter flirts with the wind; my voice gets lost in the clouds.
I care passionately, but always purposely.
I am soft, but also strong.
You carryeach of them with you.
You are them all.
You are the voicethat speaks, the ear that listens.
Men will call and cat-calland whistle and wait.
you’re free to open your mind or your legsand especially our own doors.
If you want to.
You are strong and bigand too strong and too much and sexy and beautifuland gentle and wild.
You are like flowers, like fruit,like drugs, like dreams.
You are a world.
