Thursday, September 10, 2015

You Are a Beautiful Woman

 If you know me, or have at least read my "About Me" tab, you know that I love Slam Poetry. Slam Poetry is a very passionate form of poetry that is just as important verbally as it is in writing. You perform the poem out loud on a stage without any props, music, etc. I first discovered slam poetry (is it supposed to be capitalized every time?) my freshman year of high school when my English teacher, Mrs. Messick, told us we were going to have a school-wide slam poetry competition. She showed us a few sample videos and after watching "The Distance" by Danny Sherrard, I was hooked. My first few attempts were...hmm...not my best work, but I think by my junior year I finally got the hang of the style that is so unique to slam poetry. 

I think I fell in love with slam poetry because it was both in and out of my comfort zone. I have always loved to write, and I've been writing poetry for a long time. But I have never been someone who likes to get in front of people and speak. I don't think I was any less nervous performing my senior year than I was my freshman year. (One time my leg started shaking so bad in the middle of a performance that I had to physically grab it to hold it steady.) Slam poetry brought something out of me I didn't know I had- the ability to move people with words. Writing is wonderful, but you don't get to see people's reactions in the moment. Most of the time I don't want to, to be honest. But slam poetry changes that fear in me, and I love seeing how people react to my words and how I can express so clearly how I feel about something. It is really an amazing feeling.

I've been meaning to record myself performing some of my poems to put them on here, but obviously that hasn't happened yet. It will. One day. For now, here is a poem I wrote last year about the issue I am probably the most passionate about: women knowing how beautiful and wonderful they are. My last post was about this too, so you can read more about my feelings on the subject here. I just think there are too many women out there, myself included, who are too hard on themselves when it comes to looks and beauty. This poem is more powerful when performed and I will let you know when I film myself reading it, but for now I think the words will suffice.

You are a beautiful woman.

This is a poem, but that’s not a metaphor. I’m trying to convey a message, but that doesn’t make it a hyperbole.

And it’s not a simile and it’s not an analogy or an archetype or a euphemism or irony or a symbol or anything in between. It’s a fact and I just wanted to tell you.

You are a beautiful woman.

You: Pronoun, possessive, used of the person being addressed. I’m talking to you. Please listen, because you really need to hear this. I know how hard it is to believe sometimes. Everyday you are told in some way that your song isn’t quite the one they want to play. That your rhythms and tempos aren’t really ok, and that it’s never going to be a symphony if it stays that way. But you know what? Who. Cares. It’s your life, not theirs.

How many times can they change their minds? How many times can they redefine what we should bring to the table and what we should leave behind? In how many instances can Photoshop erase individualism, replacing it instead with unattainable concepts and improbable comparisons, convincing us that the only way we will ever be considered beautiful is if we look like her, if only we looked like her.  And how many times are we going to keep telling them they’re right?

You are a beautiful woman. Are: the present indicative plural and 2nd person singular of be. Be: to exist or live, to take place, to happen, to occur, to belong.

You are a beautiful woman. The beauty belongs to you, it is yours and no one else’s. Out of 7 billion, 209 million, 54 thousand, and 315 people on the earth right now, there is one and only one you.

Why would you want to be anyone else?

You aren’t her and she isn’t you, but I wish with all my heart that you knew being you is a gift. As said by one Dr. Seuss, “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.”

You are a beautiful woman.

Beautiful: Delighting the senses or mind; possessing qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, or think about; excellent; wonderful.

You are beautiful when you smile like that, you are beautiful when you laugh until tears come to your eyes, you are beautiful when you stand up for truth among the lies, you are beautiful when you try on a new pair of jeans, you are beautiful when you follow your dreams. You are beautiful from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep, and every moment in between. You are beautiful when you breathe, you are beautiful when you see, you are even beautiful when you eat. You are beautiful, and as long as you stay beautiful inside you will never stop being beautiful.

You are a beautiful woman.

Woman: The female human being. You’re not a man, and as much as I like some of them, they’re not as beautiful as you.

Twenty times today I’ve told you you’re beautiful, and it may take a hundred until you believe it, but I hope and pray that someday you do.

It’s a fact and I just wanted to tell you.

You are a beautiful woman.

No comments:

Post a Comment