She’s A Woman

You think she’s fragile, like glass

That she’ll shatter into a million shards

Because your crass words affect her

The way wind does a house of cards.

But she’s stronger than you think
She’s like an ocean in a storm.
When the calm waves have been disturbed
She’ll swallow you in her mighty form.

You think she’s pretty, like a painting
But her head is hollow inside.
She sits quietly there and smiles
For she’s just there to boost your pride.

But she’s more intelligent than you think.
She’s knowledgeable and witty.
She’s entitled to her opinions
And she doesn’t need your pity.

You think she’s created solely for your pleasure.
Something that’s meant to be used.
And then thrown away like garbage.
It seems her purpose was to be abused.

But she’s not a toy, like you think.
She’s worth infinite times more than that.
She’s alive and breathing and human.
She’s not an object to misuse and look at.

She’s not whiny and emotional.
She’s not naive or gullible or frail.
She’s not rude or crass or ugly.
She’s not always meant to fail.

She’s brilliant and graceful and tough.
She’s warm like the Sun in the sky.
She’s funny and ambitious.
And she deserves her shot at flying high.

She’s a woman, a remarkable one.
Like every other woman out there.
She’s unique and she’s a survivor
Who endures in a world that’s not fair.

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A poem on depression 

The world’s as dark

As can possibly be.

I’m locked inside myself,

And I can’t get free.

The world’s also blank,

Like a page without words.

As empty as I am,

So empty it hurts.

I’m surrounded by people,

But I’m still all alone

My mind’s in a scary place,

And I’m on my own.

I’m trapped in a cage,

I can’t get out

I can’t seem to breathe

Or see or shout.

I’m drowning,

Sinking really fast,

But someone’s hand

Reaches for me at last.

The world’s growing bright,

I’m finally free

I’m not empty anymore,

I can breathe, I can see.

Things are different now,

I know I’ll survive

I crawled out from the darkness,

And I’m glad to be alive.

Depression is a big deal and it’s often treated like it’s something that just disappears eventually, something that’s not important enough to pay attention to. But it’s not something to take lightly. It’s not a ‘phase’ or somethimg someone ‘does for attention’.

It has to be treated with compassion and empathy. Mental health is just as important as anything else. I wrote this poem to talk about depression and how big a deal it is, but also to say that it’s possible to come out of it. That suicide doesn’t have to be the only option. That there are things in the world to live for. And that there are people in the world who care and can help. And I want to believe that there’s always hope in the world. That we just have to look for it.

Is it possible to be selfless?

Most people are selfish. There are also some people who do incredibly selfless things for other beings. Are they really selfless though? Someone once told me that people may pretend to care a lot about the ones they love, but in the end, they only care about themselves. I’ve always been an incredibly selfish person. I had a reason for every stupid thing I did, but I also started to question the reason behind every nice thing I did for someone. I realized that I had a selfish motive behind everything I did.

Maybe I do good things expecting a ‘thank you’ in return so that I feel like they owe me something and I can use it as leverage later. Sometimes I do those things just because I want to make a better image for myself. Either way, I do it because I think that it’ll benefit me in some way. I noticed that if I didn’t get thanked for something I did for someone, I wasn’t satisfied. I started to think. What if every good deed, every work of charity, every sacrifice is made so that the doer benefits from it,whether he realizes it or not?

If you say that there really are selfless people who do things exclusively for other people and not themselves, I don’t think there are. Sometimes they don’t even know that they’re helping someone for themselves until the need arises for them to use the receiver’s gratitude to their advantage. If you talk about religious people who do charitable deeds all the time, they’re doing it because they think it will get them closer to God. If there is an extraordinary politician doing good things, he just wants people to vote for him in the next elections. He’ll probably become a part of the politician stereotype and be a fraud after he’s won the elections.

Everything a person does is for more money, a better image, a better life, better relations with family, a better anything which will benefit him in some way or the other, even if it is minute. Humans were made selfish and there is no exception to that. Every selfless act is hiding a selfish motive. It’s not humanly possible to be selfless.

Now that I’ve popped this idea into your head, I hope you don’t waste too much time looking for the motive behind everything someone does for you. I do think it would be interesting to look for your own motives. You might be surprised by what you find.

More than a nerd

She stayed up late every night and woke up early every morning. She scarificed so much of her sleep because it just didn’t seem important. She had dark circles under her eyes and she found herself struggling to keep up with classes because of her lack of rest. She didn’t let that stop her. She worked harder than anybody else. She spent every waking hour with a textbook in her hand, trying to remember every little detail. She had solved every single sum in her books and she looked for more to do. She tried so hard to do well in every subject and every mark she lost in an exam, pierced her heart because she only ever wanted to excel and make everyone proud. They called her a ‘nerd’ and maybe that’s what she was, but she was also more than that. She was a hard working, caring person who just wanted to feel appreciated for all the effort she put into her work. She wasn’t just a nerd. She was smarter than all the slackers who didn’t care about their work. She tried her best at doing the things she was bad at.She was a person who was ready to put her heart and soul into her work. She was prepared to do anything to achieve. There was so much more to her personality. She was so much more than just a girl who studied too much. 

Embracing imperfection

I hate when you’re disappointed in yourself and people tell you that it’s okay because it’s not. It’s not okay because everyday you have to wake up from this perfect world of your dreams and you realize that you’re still the same person. You’re still just as flawed and imperfect as before and you have to deal with that. You’re going to quit trying to do the things you can’t do because that’s what you’ve always done. It’s definitely not okay, but that can change if you put your mind to it. There may be a voice in your head discouraging you, telling you that you can’t make a difference in the world even though that’s the only goal you’ve ever had, but you can prove that voice wrong. Then you can tell that voice to go bother someone else because you know your worth. You may be imperfect, but imperfection is beautiful. Why try to be perfect when you can be yourself and still be amazing? If you want to change, change for the better, but don’t lose yourself because nothing is as bad as losing the person that you are. You might reach a point where you’re drowning and you’ve almost given up, but don’t lose hope and don’t lose sight of the things that make you a beautiful human being. Appreciate the good things about you and accept your flaws because without them, you wouldn’t be human. Embrace imperfection.