Something's gotta last past man

I didn't have time this week to write anything new so I pulled an older poem from the archives...

Written by: Tamar Simone Weir

Written on: 5-12-21

my body drawn by a figure drawing student

Make him proud 

Massage the institution’s that have power

Feel what you feel but don't speak a word

Wear heels

Walk down the steps and dont trip

Sign this lease, sign this deal, sign away all your rights

To a higher power, the ones with the god complex

The divinity and the injustice within bodies all lined up

Put on a sweater, even if it's warm out.

Make sure you look good

But not too good. Not too sexy, sleek or skimpy.

Walk the fine line between resistance and acceptance

Do I love myself or have I learned to hate myself?

Born without shame, a tiny creature everything intact

Reappeared learnings, the mantras that stick

The moral message, the media message, the medical message 

Don't love yourself, there is always something to fix

To change, to alter, to create, a new version

Something different 

Play dress up and pretend,

Travel across time and space in closets and grown up clothes

Wishing for adulthood

Wishing for a first kiss, wishing for more, a wedding to a man

A ring to a man. Everything for the man. 

Awaken the temple that is inside,

The bells have begun ringing and this is now

The time for an awakening of the soul, strip tease out of the confinement, the restraints Put upon

These boobs and ass and thighs and thick in the “right” places and skinny in “right” Places

my body drawn by a different figure drawing student

It's all about being the most and the least all at the same time

Fit right in and don't say a word

Caution if you have a voice that wants to speak beyond lips that are sealed

If you’re a woman and wanna question something

Are you negative? Angry? Of course unsatisfied

Hungry for more, haven’t been satiated in a minute

Minutes turn to hours and hours become years

Make him proud, with all the daddy issues, they come back to make him proud

Hand him the certificates, the trophies, the awards, the degrees, the receipts, the blood, The body.

my body, drawn by a figure drawing student