Thursday, April 7, 2011

Poetry: The Words of Our Hearts

"B" (If I Should Have a Daughter) by Sarah Kay

If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. “

And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for. Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.

I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there will be days like this. ♫ There will be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s swept away.

You will put the wind in windsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

“Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.


Coco Chanel once said, "In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different."

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

5 Things That Make Me Happy

1. Waking up to blue skies
2. Passing cherry blossoms in bloom on my way to class
3. Knowing what time it is in other parts of the world
4. Silly ways to get people to vote for you
5. Living with girls! While we can be a bit dramatic at times, for the most part, we rock.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Beauty of Women

Hello to all women who have stumbled upon this blog. We are so thrilled that the fateful wind blew you to us and we hope that this can be your happy place; your happy place where thoughts float on clouds with silver linings and dreams are shouted off of rooftops singing the tunes that unlock your heart's desires for yourself. This is a place where you can dare to be yourself and no one else! This is a place where we hope you find the joy of being female; you know, a woman. Because there is so much beauty in being a woman; in fact, I believe everything about a woman to be breathtaking. The way our hands hold others in a gentle embrace when that person feels as if the whole world has given up on him or her. The way our hips move with the beat of the music as if they are the sticks banging ruthlessly on the drums. The way our shoulders can invite you in for a kiss but nothing else because, hey, we have mystique and honey, you're never gonna figure all of us out, but keep coming back because we can make you feel big and small all within one day, but guess what? We enjoy all sizes of you. And did you ever think that we pointed out your flaws because we've seen you at your best and your tree is calling your acorn. Don't run away and hide because the truth hurt you. We can be your mirrors and tell you only the truths that you see every day because that is what it means to be a woman. We will help you feel beautiful by coloring ourselves beautiful, too. So jump around the clouds and scream it off the rooftops because we may not have been first, but you better believe that every masterpiece has a first draft. And while men might have made this world we were created to change it. Welcome to being a woman; embrace it, own it, love it.