Revelation
“I bring Me Flowers” By Thea
I bring me flowers
because I like how they smell
how they make me feel
and how special they are
I don't wait for them to arrive by messenger
or dancing bear
I don't make a big show of it
I simply place my knees in the soil
cut at the base
and pluck
In honor of me getting what I want
Inspired by the desire to satisfy myself
the way one no one else can
So I light candles during the day
Play honest music
without word play
just passion and pain
over soft guitar strumming.
I don't buy the panties he may like
Instead I buy an assortment that makes
me feel like school girl/pornstar
like librarian/dominatrix
because that shit is hot
and that is what is important
I bring myself tea when I am sick
the way another woman would know to do
because those are the small things that men tend to miss
and that is okay
because I do it for myself anyway
I stroke my hair lovingly
the way talani does when she is sleepy
the way my mother did when I was sleep
the way I wish he'd know to do
without me having to ask him too.
I do this to set my standards high
I do this because if I want to be adored
I must first inspire adoration
I pour myself wine
ask how my day was
and sometimes I cry
just to feel something
I bring me flowers because
I deserve them
and he should know that.
~Thea
I absolutely love this poem. I wrote it out and placed it on my wall next to my front door and I read it on my way out. Its kind of like my new mantra. Last night, I FINALLY got back into my apartment and began to put it back together. Cleaning, scrubbing, fluffing, and folding, just getting things back in order. I left all of the electronics off and just basked in the quiet, it was so nice. I didn’t answer my phone and let the silence envelop me. I cooked dinner, poured my Bacardi Silver into a wine glass and ate dinner in my home. I forgot at the last second that the game was on and turned it on with enough time to watch the over time. My heart was broken by Dallas’ lost, but such is life. I poured another glass of wine, lit all of my candles, took a shower, burned my oils and again, enjoyed my house. It was in that moment that I realized how much I have grown. I am constantly growing and moving, but this whole “Gray” period I’m in has been so refreshing. I’m learning to take care of myself and love myself and appreciate myself and all that I have accomplished. I bring myself flowers because I know that I am worth it and capable of doing it for myself. I make myself tea because I realize that I don’t have to wait for anyone to take care of things for me, I can handle it on my own. I am learning that anything a man does for me should be out of appreciation and not necessity. The first time I read this poem, a chord was struck in me and I realized that I needed to stop waiting for some man to come and sweep me off my feet and learn to be content with everything as it is. And I know now, for sure, I know for a fact that I am.
I bring me flowers
because I like how they smell
how they make me feel
and how special they are
I don't wait for them to arrive by messenger
or dancing bear
I don't make a big show of it
I simply place my knees in the soil
cut at the base
and pluck
In honor of me getting what I want
Inspired by the desire to satisfy myself
the way one no one else can
So I light candles during the day
Play honest music
without word play
just passion and pain
over soft guitar strumming.
I don't buy the panties he may like
Instead I buy an assortment that makes
me feel like school girl/pornstar
like librarian/dominatrix
because that shit is hot
and that is what is important
I bring myself tea when I am sick
the way another woman would know to do
because those are the small things that men tend to miss
and that is okay
because I do it for myself anyway
I stroke my hair lovingly
the way talani does when she is sleepy
the way my mother did when I was sleep
the way I wish he'd know to do
without me having to ask him too.
I do this to set my standards high
I do this because if I want to be adored
I must first inspire adoration
I pour myself wine
ask how my day was
and sometimes I cry
just to feel something
I bring me flowers because
I deserve them
and he should know that.
~Thea
I absolutely love this poem. I wrote it out and placed it on my wall next to my front door and I read it on my way out. Its kind of like my new mantra. Last night, I FINALLY got back into my apartment and began to put it back together. Cleaning, scrubbing, fluffing, and folding, just getting things back in order. I left all of the electronics off and just basked in the quiet, it was so nice. I didn’t answer my phone and let the silence envelop me. I cooked dinner, poured my Bacardi Silver into a wine glass and ate dinner in my home. I forgot at the last second that the game was on and turned it on with enough time to watch the over time. My heart was broken by Dallas’ lost, but such is life. I poured another glass of wine, lit all of my candles, took a shower, burned my oils and again, enjoyed my house. It was in that moment that I realized how much I have grown. I am constantly growing and moving, but this whole “Gray” period I’m in has been so refreshing. I’m learning to take care of myself and love myself and appreciate myself and all that I have accomplished. I bring myself flowers because I know that I am worth it and capable of doing it for myself. I make myself tea because I realize that I don’t have to wait for anyone to take care of things for me, I can handle it on my own. I am learning that anything a man does for me should be out of appreciation and not necessity. The first time I read this poem, a chord was struck in me and I realized that I needed to stop waiting for some man to come and sweep me off my feet and learn to be content with everything as it is. And I know now, for sure, I know for a fact that I am.
I had lunch with a friend today and she was staring at me and told me that I had a glow. I know that I have the glow that comes with being in love. I’m in love with me and for the first time when I actually say that, I know in my heart that it is actually true! LOL! That’s a really good feeling. Maybe that’s why all of the negative things and people in my life have all but disappeared and the positive and beautiful people, old and new are starting to resurface. Maybe that’s why I have such a big smile on my face…
Comments
Congrats on moving back into your apt, that's awesome!!! I really really really like that poem, because I too have come to realize that there are just certain things that a man won't do. In terms of treating me a certain way, doing little things, noticing small changes, it just won't happen and if I want them in my life, I have to do them myself. It's nice to know that isn't a phenomenon that occurs only in my life!! Oh, and btw, go Miami hehe :).
Posted by: Cianna | June 25, 2006 08:14 AM