this is for the women who don't want to give a f*ck
My take on the poem of Janne Robinson
this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck.
the women who long to get naked to the bone
to be seen for who they are but never dare
to scratch the itch under their skin.
they give too much fucks about what will happen if...?
the women who are always well behaved
but are messy when they are alone.
the women who want to walk around in underwear,
drinking whisky from a tea cup
while reading erotic poetry
but opt for a herbal infusion instead.
the women who will dream of their men
nailing them to the wall
but shy away from asking for what they want.
the women who watch others howling at the moon
but their throat blocks
when they open their mouth.
the women who don't dare to laugh like children
because they are afraid
they might break the glass ceiling
because the infinity beyond is terrifying.
the women who put on red lipstick
but remove it before they step out the door.
the women who don't dare to ask for their worth
because they don't want to know
if there's no one willing to pay the price.
the women who stay for too long
and never know when to say 'Enough!'
this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck
but do anyway because they don't know how to stop.
the women who cover their mouth after swearing
and feel guilty for their need for pleasure.
this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck.
not everyone is born wild, but we all long to be.
i see you. i was you.
there's nothing wrong with you.
you're heart is so big, you have place
for the whole world in it
but you forgot to make place for your self, too.
so take your pain and turn it into poetry
with a splash of spicy rum.
you have so much love within you
it's time you give some for yourself, too.
pick up your old crayons and color outside the lines
on purpose, even if it feels like blasphemy.
introduce a two letter word into your vocabulary
and use it like your daily dose of vitamin.
that word is: no.
fill your calendar with dates with yourself.
remove a layer, one at the time.
peel yourself like an onion
with the curiosity of a child.
shed that old skin you keep holding on to.
but still, don't stop giving a fuck.
that's what beautiful about you.
but learn to give fuck about the right things.
give a fuck about your own needs and wants,
about your voice and the dreams planted in your heart.
give a fuck about the people who matter,
the ones who care.
give a fuck about good food, and wine in the morning.
give a fuck about giving a fuck.
but most importantly
give a fuck about
YOU.
~~~
I always loved the poem of Janne Robinson "This is for the women who don't give a fuck".
She depicted the person I always longed to be. The woman who was hiding underneath the layers of old selves. Evolving into something she couldn't put her finger on yet.
But I never really felt like I was one of the women who didn't give a fuck. But I knew I didn't want to give a fuck.
But how do you even start to not give one in the first place?
By baby steps.
Because the road is long,
and running will never get you there.
So this is my take on her poem,
for the women who don't want to give a fuck.
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This is one poem I could read repeatedly -and will- as it is very thorough and well thought out. It mixes vulnerability and aggression at the same time. Definitely a read for anyone!
Wow I love this so much, it hits really deep for me 💜💜💜
Congratulations on your Top Story!!🎉🎉🎉
The words ceiling and children was such a satisfying rhyme/ word play. This piece was empowering. I like how you go the extra mile to point out all the ways we hide and make ourselves small to fit the status quo. Relatable in all ways. Striking and powerful in every line. Thank you for writing this piece, it needed to be said. Oh and I am a whiskey girlie. I like the idea of my daily dose of vitamin being ‘no’. What a clever line! Congratulations on your top story Imola! 🤗
Excellent this was so good to read ♦️♦️♦️
Wonderful work 🙏👍
this made me emotional this was really nice .
God, this made me emotional. Absolutely beautiful work, with a message that rings so important.
This is so raw and incredibly relatable, Imola. The honesty and emotion in your words are amazing. Congrats on the very well-deserved Top Story! 🎉
Back to say, Poetess Imola, I congratulate you on another fine Top Story!
I love this and feel every word of it. Yes!
yay these women can say no
Fuck, yeah!
Ohmygod, yes! YESSS! (and NO when needed!) I think I read this whole piece in one breath because there was nowhere to breathe. Your poem came through with such power that breathing felt like I'd be interrupting you. Amazing! 🧡
This really hits home. I've seen so many women hold back like this. It's sad. Why do you think society makes it so hard for women to just be themselves and ask for what they want? And how can they start to break free from these self-imposed restrictions? It's inspiring to see the call to turn pain into poetry. But how exactly can they start to give themselves that love they deserve? And what's the best way to start using that word 'no' more often?
Now this is something so many need to read. You spoke with power, you spoke with truth. 💪 Very nicely crafted, Imola! Also, I think there's a minor typo on the very last line where it says "five" instead of "give." 🙏 Sorry if pointing it out is in any way annoying.
Damn. If I wasn't already a massive fan of your poetry and writing, Imola. I would have been after this. And not just because of my Scottish-Italian inherit love of swearing, lol. Or the nakedness aspect. But "no" is a word that more people, especially the people, and it's often women and I know you've written about women so I'm not taking away from that, should know about. More people should say no. Stigma is attached to it in various parts of life and sectors and as part of humanity, but women do suffer more because of it. This was just epic. Like, not quietly epic. Loud, proud and fucking ready to go to war for the simple joy of prancing around naked drinking scotch from a teacup (I'm already planning on doing that - is that allowed - I'm not a woman.... lol...digress) Anyway, needless to say. I am loving this fire that's erupted from you, creatively. Poetess Imola, of Hungary-France-SortaScotlandsometimes. I dub thee. but, just be who you are, cos that's clearly the best! Sorry for my insanity. But, I just was so giddy after reading this and thought "FUCKING TELL THEM, LASS" ha. Well done. Imola. Fucking great poem and great sentiments behind it. Ramble mumble over. Sorry again.