Lippy
Nov 18, 20222 min
Sam's Inner Monologue...
I love it when he’s with me
Do I really?
I love him holding me, wanting me, kissing me
My toes get all wrigglely
I feel good in myself, confidence rises I feel pure
Something changes – I get calm
Are you really sure
I love being with him
I get him
All…
Kinda hot
A bit grim
Isn’t it
umm
You what
Isn’t that
Stop I need this
When everything is wrong I can text and feel
In his sheets
Warmth and fingernails and love and comfort
It’s like I’m safe
He protects me
I’m covered
You know it’s not right
It’s not what you want
You’re falling low and it’s not love
It’s like you’re sinking deeper into the pond
You can’t breathe and there’re weeds round your neck
It’s not comfort you need
You can’t live your whole life in this disconnect
It’s better to be alone than lie to yourself like-
I’m not lying it’s truth
If I feel good about something
And I need to feel good about something
If I feel good about something isn’t that better than not
It’s not what you need
And it’s making it worse
It’s not yours when you do this
It’s theirs
Yourself belongs to THEM when you do this
Maybe sometimes. But not always.
I’m allowed to enjoy something and not have it mean the whole world.
It’s honesty
And it’s okay to be honest like that
But this is nice. This is safe. This is fun.
Fuck that actually it never fucking does
It doesn’t belong to anyone but me
My actions can’t ever change that
Categorically can’t ever change that
There are no weeds round my neck I have total control
Total freedom
There is not dark disconnect
No big black hole
I’m not lying to myself I’m indulging myself
Can’t that be it all?
Surely you realise the language you’re using
Pure, protects
Comfort and disconnect
This doesn’t say freedom to me
This doesn’t say happy
You know what it does say?
“I’m a victim of the patriarchy”
Maybe.
Probably.
But aren’t we all?
What’s the difference between this and choosing
Not to be 100% completely and utterly fucking appalled
That once again
Women are being stamped on
Trodden on
Victims of
Britain’s ongoing public humiliation of our gender
Facilitation of disgust at our achievements.
Where was the outrage when May banned our vigil?
Where was the warfare when Belly was spat on?
Where was the compassion when our women died from diseases
Men were cured of within an instant.
I like feeling good about this.
Words: Sam Cooke
Image Credit: Sam Cooke