Whispered In The Wind

Whispered In The Wind
Just a fairy blowing in the wind, singing tales to the west wind

Monday, February 16, 2015

My Kind


Against her bed, fingers tapping, bad pop blasting, this is it. 
This is safe space, a makeshift community. 

Worlds colliding

The girl on my right, our arms touching, she’s who kept me strong through text book breakdowns and walked across the night beach starring up at the lights of San Francisco across the bay. 
At my feet, the girl who shares a wall with me that I knock against to see if she is there,who dances with me in rooms too hot with music too loud. 

3 writers. 

I always find my kind; smart, driven, ink fuelled females. We know our kind. We fall in and out of theatre, dance to strong female anthems, secret and not so secret, Taylor Swift lovers, the conscious consumers. 

We are of bright red lipstick, hawk eyes and excellent at getting lost. We hare differing degrees of tidiness-clothes everywhere to shirts organized in all colours. We hold notebooks clutched against our chest and sometimes leave them on the floors of cars. We grow our roots deep, but we always notice clouds. We are idealistic. But how could we not be, when words run through our veins?

I always find my kind.
We always find our kind.







Sunday, February 8, 2015

I Do Not Want To Be A Statement


There are nights when I no longer want to feel female
nights when I sleep in a long shapeless robe
so there are no curves to be seen, my body is soft and shapeless
These are the nights when I have been too reminded of my female form
days where my bra has pulled too tight, left claw marks
parties where boys touch at that which they have no right to
believe they have ownership to the movement of our hips
yelling comments at my beautiful friends, 
afraid of females who value and claim their bodies for themselves and no one else 
I remember how my form is politicized
and I do not want to be a statement tonight
I do not want to be topography
I do not want to align myself with any party, with any megaphone
I do not want to have to be a feminist right now
I do not want to have to be anything.
I just want to be a human, to have a body
These are the nights I sleep in a long shapeless robe
one of the few moments of my life where no one is telling me I need to be anything
where there is no agenda 
besides a human form
where my body is nothing
besides mine
nothing besides a sleeping shape. 
I do not want to be a statement
I do not want to have to be anything tonight
but human
I want my body to be nothing 
but human
but mine








Illustration by Lina Kusaite


"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "
"When asked not to make waves, I just smiled and said, don't worry this is just a ripple"