Monday, 23 May 2011

THE POWER OF BEING A YOUNG WOMAN

Jaded, indifferent ,hard and cold,she didn't give a shit, everything was about appearance,the baiting that used to torment and follow ... like a vacuum. pursuit of beauty, happiness and success, it was easy- as a game,she didn't even have to make an effort. It was just thereas a delicious cake ready to be eaten before her eyes. She never had to make the slightest effort. Naturally thin, naturally attractive, men were like flies, rich men, powerful men, she didn't want them, at all, -not interested. Didn't give a shit of whether they were rich or powerful. Not interested at all.She ruled the world. Just wanted to party. Wanted to be a floating beautiful butterfly, careless, she never had to make an effort, always looked beautiful anyway.Innnocent.No doubt about it. laughed at all the losers who tried to come up and hit on her. She was too good for them. Could conquer the world around and back. Her power lay in her charisma and beauty. She was free. Played with everybody. Sad old ugly men, pathetic and not in the same league as her. She captured the night. She owned the night,she owned everything,her beauty owned everything.She was whole, she knew... She knew she could get exactly what she wanted ...

11 comments:

  1. Sounds like a novel of FS Fitzgerald

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  2. I am the great Gatsby and you are Daisy

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  3. please continue, I want to read more :-)

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  4. Un Diamant gros comme le Ritz ...

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  5. Ps) I must say that this poem is not neccesarily about me, but about any young floating around butterfly girl in a big city. I can relate to parts in the poem, but not all of it. :)
    /Linda

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  6. Timeless Linda R.

    (have you done the photoshoot ?)

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  7. You Should write some more ...

    (Alain)

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