• the world takes my effort

    but overlooks my existence

  • i am reduced

    to

    what

    i

    produce

  • i pour my humanity into a system that cannot love me

Maybe if I take every nice thing anyone has ever said to me—every compliment, every moment of kindness—and wrap it all up together with a perfect bow, I can keep the world from ever getting close enough to hurt me again.

— a manifesto

things boys

have

said

to me

this

is

“dating”?

i’m not interested

welcome 2 corporate amerikkka

you cannot love me

your work

will

never

love

you

back

i

am

not

a

human

being

i pour my heart in to you, kapitalism

but you cannot love me

i am a means of production

i am a means of production

i am a means of production

i am a means of production

i

am

a

means

of

production

i am a means of production

Nothing

Nothing

makes

makes

sense

sense

anymore

“You should care less.”

— a deranged lunatic, aka Sarah’s boss

i cannot do this.

to myself anymore

You want me to attend a work meeting? The thing that killed Julius Caesar?

Donald Trump is going to collapse the global economy, but sorry you thought Kamala’s laugh was weird.

White men without college degrees are going to ruin this country.

It’s obvious America has become way more right wing… Especially amongst men, and I think about a lot of what is fed to us online... We have to figure out a way to stop every dude under 35 from turning in to Crypto Hitler.

And may this past election be the death knell in the self-congratulatory “Gen Z will change the world” shit. Gen Z white men vote like every other generation of white men, and in some cases are further to the right.

The right wing radicalization of high school and college-aged men is truly one of the biggest crises in the U.S., yet it goes completely unnoticed.

It’s quite spectacular just how much the United States hates women. It is a consistent, unchangeable force, as constant as the sun.

Letter 8

“You have had many great sorrows, which have passed. And you say that this their passing, too, was difficult and discordant for you. But I beg you to consider whether these griefs have not rather gone right through you? Whether there has not been much change within you; whether, while you were sad, you did not alter in some point or other of your being?

Because we are alone with that foreign thing, which has entered into us; because everything in which we have confidence and to which we are accustomed is for a moment taken away from us; because we are in the midst of a state of transition, in which we cannot remain. The grief, too, passes. The new thing in us, that which has been added to us, has entered into our heart and penetrated to its innermost chamber, and is no longer there even—it is already in our blood.

We do not experience what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing had happened, and yet we have changed just as a house changes into which a guest has entered. We cannot say who has come and perhaps we shall never know, but there are many signs to assure us that the future enters into us in this way, so as to transform itself in us long before it happens. And this is why it is so important to be alone and attentive, when one is sad; because the apparently eventless and motionless moment, when our future enters into us, is so much nearer to life than that other manifestly chance point of time, when it actually happens to us as if from without.

And so you must not be horrified, if a grief rises up before you greater than any you have seen before. If over your hands and all your doings there passes an uneasiness, like light and cloud-shadows, you must bethink yourself, that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it is holding you in its hands, and will not let you fall. Why do you want to exclude any disturbance, any woe or sadness from your life, seeing that you do not know what work their presence is performing in yourself?”

-Excerpt from Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

let me be soft

I want to love the universe in the ways it has not

loved me .

I welcome a partner who is my equal.

I want a man who keeps me soft and feminine.

I long for a love that is unwavering, solid, and steady. A partner who stands not above me, nor below, but beside me.

To be held, not because I am weak, but because i deserve to be soft.

Let me soften in his presence, let me bloom as the woman I am meant to be

Let me be tender; let me be wild in my kindness. Let me be soft.

Let him be the strength I choose to lean into, and let me be the softness he finds peace in.

Let me be the woman.

Let me be soft.

A man who has never had a woman like me, it’s hard for him to understand.

no, she’s not masculine. She’s adapting to survive and become the protector you couldn’t be.

Let me be soft.