We do not grow with time.
Perhaps we age.
But years are bent with dreams
And laden with the heaviness of thought
And when they break like twigs
before the Final Judgement
We only hope to know ourselves.
I am not yet a woman.
But then who is?
And who can be- a woman is perfection.
She is a goddess, worshipped for her faith,
Illuminated for her knowledge
Of life and death,
For who is more familiar
Than she who holds both babe and man
To breast?
I am not yet a woman.
But how can one become a woman?
Must one descend from silver swings of youth,
And cut hair short to fit the mother type;
Be home by five and in bed with the husband
To dream of nothing but a daily life?
Somehow we lost the meaning of a woman,
The one who stirs stiff magic through soft song
And tests the pliancy of temper
With virtue to love even when it's wrong.
Perhaps I'm somewhat of a woman.
How is a woman different from a man?
They say they fight, they grit their teeth to kill;
And yet we fight as bravely, perhaps more,
For as they vanquish men, we vanquish men and hearts
Not only hearts of others, but ourselves.
A man may seek a woman to warm his heart by hers
But we, through daily battles, seek to forget our hearts.
Perhaps I am not yet a woman.
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Somehow we lost the meaning of a woman,
The one who stirs stiff magic through soft song
And tests the pliancy of temper
With virtue to love even when it's wrong.
There was a part of this book where the author talked about a woman who really loved to dress up and go windowshopping when she was young, but she'd married a farmer, and ended up living somewhere on a farm, far away from any urban setting. She waited until her kids were grown, then one day she put her finest "going to town" outfit on, after scrubbing her floors on hands and knees, and she blew her head off with a shotgun.
The scene ended with the sentence,
"every woman in the world can explain why she scrubbed her floors first."
Listen sweetheart. You're 16, you're becoming a woman in the technical sense, but your mind must mature beyond that point before you'll know.
Much as I hate to repeat the old platitude "I wish I had known what I know now, at your age" . . .it's absolutely true.
Stay young, and enjoy it. Adulthood is NOT all it's cracked up to be.
Okay, sorry for the thesis, but you started it
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Love,
jin
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Thank you
I definitely like being a girl. But I think there are some things that make us a woman as well, and one of them is being able to stay young and resilient, and I tried to capture some of that.
I'm not sure that I want to be a woman just yet, but I tried to capture what being a woman means in the technical sense, the societal, and the emotional, and to kind of show that we don't always know just where we are on that journey. And that maybe being a woman doesn't come with adulthood. In some ways we are women, in the ways which we are strong.
There are certain strengths only a real woman can have.
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love it
wow great write hun I missed reading your work i have not been on much. Your talent I still love to read, you rock
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I am not yet a woman.
I love that statement
I am 30 and yet I still do not feel like a woman
maybe just realizing it yet
though I'll always prefer to be a girl
I think it is natural to feel that way
must be hormonal per se, though there are
a lot of factors to tackle with
Thanks for sharing these thoughts
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