Okay but “bow down bitches”? “Mrs. Carter World Tour”? Good try, B. I still thoroughly enjoyed your new album and your recent concert though. You keep doin’ your thang, girl.
You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love
and not feel your reign.
Gravity is working against me. Gravity wants to bring me down.
Twice as much ain’t twice as good and can’t sustain like one half could.
It’s wanting more that’s going to send me to my knees.
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
that you’re everything I think I need here on the ground.
You’re neither friend nor foe though I can’t seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you’re keeping me down.
Gravity, stay the hell away from me.
Set me free. Leave me be.
I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am as I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.
Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.
We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller.
We say to girls: “You can have ambition, but not too much.
You should aim to be successful, but not too successful,
otherwise, you will threaten the man.”
Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage.
I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is most important.
Now, marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support.
But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same?
We raise girls to see each other as competitors.
Not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing,
but for the attention of men
We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.
Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes.
You know when you think about losing a person and it causes you immense heartache? Just thinking about losing this person would bring tears to your eyes? It would make you miserable for the period of time you’re thinking about it until you snap back to reality and remember that it’s okay, you still have this person in your life and the thought alone reverses your emotions.
The two of you feed raccoons together at the top of two mountains and it’s the happiest you’ve been since the last time you were with him. But not even that. The two of you could be breathing in the same room and even that insignificant interaction would be complete serenity.
You could spend a lifetime texting from a different city, a different country, a different world, and it could be the best part of your day. It is the best part of your day. You might not hear his voice and you might not see his face but you hold on to his laughter and you try to picture his face in your mind so you don’t forget. You try to hold on to what it felt like when the two of you were breathing in the same room.
I don’t remember the last time I ever felt so alive. You’re A Thrill. You are Endless Adventure. How can I not hold on? As big as this distance is between us it’s, it’s not a big thing to me. I’ve never wanted anything I never believed in so much.
Hope floats at the bottom of my barely beating heart. And even while we are breathing in two different worlds, I’m still holding on.