I was recently called a wild woman. That I was uncontrollable, too loud, too this and too that...that finding a 'husband' will be hard for me at such a rate (like I was even trying to find one - again hahahahahaha; been there done that). And so this morning I have the following to share in all my WILDNESS...dunno if am the only WILD WOMAN around oooo
#selfadvocacy #selfempowerment #selfconfidence #selfcare #selfawareness #selfdevelopment #selfgrowth #selfesteem #selflove #selfemployed and all the other selfies anyone cares to add. I am very intentional and conscious about a lot of the choices I make in my life for over a decade now. I am not trying to fit in, but to disrupt in my own way so that some 'weird' ones too like myself will know they are not alone. I know where I am coming from and where I am going too as long as I got breath. All the curation and juxtaposition here and there so that this or that person thinks, feels, says or does that about me, was dumped a decade ago. I respect people's choices to be them and avoid having to do anything to do with me if that suits them, and I expect and demand in all ways I can, the same respect because #mymentalhealthmatters
And so this am I wrote this poem with such passion, for the WILD WOMAN I (and probably other sisters) are lol
She yawns with no hand over her mouth
She speaks like she were spitting
She dresses like she were daring
She shows up like not a care
She's a Wild Woman
She gives herself names so weird
She engages in actions and reactions
She goes about them with stubbornness
She sings with a croaked voice
She's such a Wild Woman
She scares quiet a few people
She smirks at decorum sometimes
She has so many shades it's a blur
She holds her head so high you'd wonder
She's indeed a most Wild Woman
What can be done to tame her?
What can be said to maim her?
What can be concocted to rein her?
Or maybe leaving her alone is safe?
Might not be wise to avoid your sane.
(c) Marie Abanga 18th October, 2021