that’s how you look at us eh? that’s how you perceive us?
someone in a hat like you, a costume like you, with chromosomes like you, an income like you then they’re credible, then they’re not a disruption, then they’ve got a voice worth heeding
you brought me here to shake things up you got what you wished for
and yet, i remain irrelevant. disrespected. disregarded.
just another bitch who’s not afraid of causing a stir.
know why?
because i care about them
their hearts
their futures
not your egos.
never have.
never will.
that not okay? oh well. your loss.
but
if it is possible…to open your eyes…to trust something new isn’t the end…it’s just the beginning…to allow things you don’t understand to evolve
not every woman will muzzle herself around you.
maybe if you just let it
just maybe
maybe you’ll learn something new
something you never thought you were capable of.
what was the word you said you were incapable of?
you know it.
and yes, you are capable of it.
i’m seeing you. i’m seeing possibility.
try to see me.
As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you in the open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death; (Indeed I am myself the real soldier; 5 It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-striped artilleryman;) For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle them; I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I could ever have been had all accepted me; I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience, cautions, majorities, nor ridicule; And the threat of what is call’d hell is little or nothing to me; 10 And the lure of what is call’d heaven is little or nothing to me; …Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination, Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell’d and defeated.
~ walt whitman