The other day I was told by a self-titled feminist that we women can not seem vulnerable now that men are just starting to recognize us as equals. She was referring to a conversation re: guys who disappear (the ones who do not return phone calls) and how disappointing that is after you get your hopes up. I won't now go into that conversation but I will post a simple reply of my thoughts.
It actually made me sad to think I am not "allowed" to show emotions, especially to show that I am vulnerable and can be hurt. It's the truth whether or not I am suppose to show it to the opposite sex. I am fragile, I can be hurt.
If I deny my feelings I deny what makes me Shayla. If I deny a part of myself then I risk loosing myself, slowly. Because the hurt lets me know I am still feeling, I am still human. I don't want to ever get to the point when I don't feel. I have no desire to become a human robot. It makes me think of this song Sandcastle Disco by Solange Knowles (the younger sister of Beyonce and in my opinion the more talented singer):
I play tough as nails
With my heart on my sleeve
I'm nothing but a sandcastle
Baby don't blow me away away...
...I know you do this to all the girls
But Baby I'm fragile...
...Don't blow me away
I live everyday with passion. I am truly a passionate person and will remain vulnerable.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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