Muammar Al Khadafi

when…

If you’re a woman…and you want…bad…?

If you claw, and scratch, and pull and prod…and fight for something you want, need, desire…

…and you still don’t get?

Do you give up?

If you’re the Princess and the Pea type…hardly, huh?

You cry, then, you cry some more, then your lips purse and your back gets stiff…and you fight on….

Maybe Life is not about what you have, but what you think you should have…or what your mind has decided TO have…

Maybe…it’s all about being soft purple while others are hard, navy blue around you…maybe there is just no way to win…

But then why continue the fight?

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The fight continues…

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I’m starting to get it…I’m slow, you see…

The curves, of a woman’s body, that we women try so fervently to rub out and erase…well, they are what make men melt, you see….

What we women see as bumps on the Scenic Route, you men see as the View Points to Ecstasy…

I wonder why it’s taken me forever to see this?

I wonder why I am only blossoming now? Sexually? Viscerally? Wantonly?

Is this what happens to all women who enter middle-age?

Gosh..I’d HATE to think I’m de riguer about anything…special, you see…I think…I am…

Weakness…soft pale purple…

Strength…hard, dark, navy blue.

Maybe it’s just meant to be that way…