Poetry Corner: Sell Yourself

Sell yourself

“She reminds me of you
But she sells it.”
That feels like an insult.
Should it?

What exactly are you trying to say?
It’s okay to be myself
If I do it for show?
Only to sell a business?
Or an idea?

Am I not able to express
Interest in my passions
Unless I’m getting paid?
Or is she faking her own interests
Just for a profit?

Is one of us right
And the other wrong?
Do you wish I was her?
Or her me?

Instead of leaving me with these never ending questions.
Or a desperate need to prove my worth
And justify my existence.

Poetry Corner: Size Difference

Size Difference

I’m a few sizes too big?
Maybe she’s a few sizes too small.
Or Maybe there is a better way to judge a woman’s worth.

By her mettle.
By her character.
By her heart.

Instead of putting us all against each other’s waist size.

It’s uncanny to think I’m less of a person
Because I’m a little bit more.

A Bear Tanking 180

I have definitely been through a range of emotions this week.  Our little family felt like we took a pretty low blow early on this week, I got kicked around while down for a few days, and now, well I’m back to that state that I usually function in.  The one where I can and will do what I need and want to do, so get out of the way while I chase down whatever I’m going after.

This time, I feel a bit like it’s come complete with an “If you tell me I can’t, I will tell you to F off out the door.”

It’s a little combative, even though I’m not intentionally looking for a fight, but strangely, I feel good.  At ease.  Content maybe.

See, I’m one of those folks where I don’t think twice about going to bat for my friends.  Hurt them, pick on them, kick them when they’re down, and I will jump to their defense without a second thought.

But if it’s me?  I let it happen.  I try to find all the reasons why I deserve it and justify the abuse.

And that’s pretty stupid.  I should matter more than that and I do.

I do tend to remove myself from the situation when it gets to that point instead of just flat out confronting it, but even that doesn’t always solve anything.

So that’s where I am right now.  Not exactly grumpy, but maybe a little fired up.  I’m ready to bear tank whatever stupid crap (or people) life is going to throw at me.  I’ve got my tanking claws on, let’s go.