Wild Women

For all you Crazy, Loud, Eccentric, Fiery, Passionate, Romantic, Stubborn, Angelic, Smart, Talented, Outlandish, Pulling your Fuckin' hair out, Wild Child Artist women out there-

This is for you. 

I am you.
You are me.
We are fire.

We are high heels and hoodies
We are belly laughs and risk
We are classy yet silly
We are wild.

Not every guy is for us.
We attract ones who are initially enthralled by our spice
But then become suddenly scared of our prickle.

We are not perfect and in case anyone didn't know...
We know this.

Sometimes our cup runneth over with passion,
Sometimes we use our hands in overly loud gestures from whatever culture we hail,
But unfortunately dear lovers-
We cannot be spiced to your particular tongue,
You must swallow us whole.

We know we confuse you.
One moment we exude sass
The next we purr with sweet kisses.
Part playful girl - part wise woman,
Moneymakers, vision masters,
Mothers love us, polite and smart,
Your boys think we're mad cool,
We can hold a conversation with anyone, anywhere,
Madonna/Whore...
We got it covered.

Men can't believe G-d created women this diverse
So they suspect it's a trap.
They turn us upside down and shake us
Trying to see if a clue will fall from our beautiful mouths.

Dumbfounded-
Many crawl away.

This pains us deeply.
We feel pain and joy like knife strokes on bellies
But we must let them walk.
They will never forget us
But they can't hang with us...
We
Go hard.

We end up with the men that are smart enough to know
They found the winning ticket,
And they are cashing in quick.
They are never the men we pictured ourselves with.
Their strength is Ninja-like,
Chill, familiar, secure
Like summertime stoops.
In the past we always fell for dark alleyways.
But even you dear ticket holder
Might need a guide to our species' habits.
Here goes...

We are fiercly loyal,
Sometimes to a fault.
Hands will be bit if you mess with our kin or our man.
We argue with our girlfriends then make up with them crying.
We all have at least one crazy friend in our clan that we've known forever
That might crash on our couch for a night.

Ok... maybe a week.

They are family,
They come with the package.

Some nights just out of nowhere we'll bust out crying,
And you'll say,
"What the hell happened? You were fine a minute ago!"
And we'll say,
"I dunno - I just needed to fuckin' cry ok?!"
We just
need you
to be there.
Then we'll go sing, dance, paint or write
And fuck you like you never knew what hit you;
We think that's fair exchange for a minor flip out.

Just cause we are Divas doesn't mean we aren't old fashioned and domestic.
Our strength doesn't excuse you from chivalry and Valentine's Day.
We are girly, feminine, hopeless romantics
We want doors opened
We cook and clean - if we feel it's deserved
Remember we are doers, not followers
We want to be claimed but not owned
We know our unruly asses sometimes need to be lassoed in...

Let us shine.

Let others enjoy a glimpse.
Get excited
Knowing we go home
Only with you.
To you.
We want
you.

Our capacity to socialize is nothing you've ever seen the likes of.
Don't be alarmed by our tolerance to liquor, coffee, smoking, food,
We are made of some other shit.
We carry grown ass men out of bars
And kick amateur girls to the curb;
But if you get drunky girl one night, don't be surprised...
Sometimes we slip.

That's all for now.

We appreciate your patience and passion.
We know it's complicated,
But you seem like a quick study.

My wild, crazy, unruly, arty, fiery, sweet, smart, talented sisters...

I am you.
You are me.

We are not for everyone
But we live
Vigorously.

Carry on.