I am the girl you’ll see on the streets, smiling at strangers, forever cheery.
I am her, nose in the air, uncaring, uninterested, just a little bit snooty.
I am loud, to you, maybe to her. You’ll hear me from the other room, laughing and making jokes.
I am shy and anxious. Timid when I see them. Afraid of my voice, terrified of the crowd.
I long to be free. To be rid of the Louis Vuitton dreams.
“Find me a corner and my old computer. I’m in the mood to watch TV.”
To be rid of my wants, focus on the needs,
To buy less clothes, to save fewer links,
To return my credit card, to live debt free.
I am the ideal consumer. Have something pretty? Does it smell luxury?
“Bring it to me, won’t you please?”
It’s not for show. It’s not for them to see.
It’s for me. It’s for the way they make me feel.
Powerful. Rich. Just a little bit snooty.
I suffered. A childhood that left me broken. Insecure and sceptic.
I’ve had days where food wasn’t real, when home wasn’t existent and life was on hold.
Yet, here I am, spoilt. Like a kid in a candy store who won’t stop crying.
Not because I’m sad. Because I want what I want when I want it.
I love people. The closer I can keep them, the happier I feel.
I hate company. Leave me alone, don’t want to speak.
I long for a partner. For someone’s arm to hold.
To smile, to flirt, to laugh. To hug when I’m cold.
I am his woman, in love, smitten.
“Where’s my ring? Can’t wait till I marry him!”
I imagine a world, my company, I’m Queen.
There’s no king, no man. Just me and my employees.
It’s an empire. It’s mine. It’s hard work, long hours, no sleep,
But when I stand at that window, overlooking a world that I can finally touch and feel…
I would be invincible… but wait, that’s not it.
I want more. Out of this life, this world.
To have it better. To fight for more.
A better job, better salary, better rights, better government,
Better love, better laughter, better people,
I just want…
I want to be content. Happy with what I have.
Accepting of others. To have the ability to say,
“You are your best version and that’s okay.”
To them, to him, to me…
But I just don’t agree.