Where are you insult, it gets lonely over here.
Of all the insults that I have ever received from the surrounding world desecrating my name. In fact, they’ve only made me come out faster and stronger. Can you imagine at an old age still living a lie; how great this SHAME that would be.
Stranger; “If your G-d ever asks you to kill another Jew.”
Me; “Because if this would be the case, then it would mean that I would have to start with myself.”
You know the prints that are on the cigarette packs, like this one; Sometimes, I wonder if they haven’t taken photographs from the Holocaust. You know, for the world to still remember the SHAME.
Stranger; “Of all the people in the whole world that you have ever known, or not. Of all the strangers in the whole universe that you have ever crossed paths with, or not. Lets say, hypothetically, that you happen to be next to a cliff and there, there is your “Woman,” your wife amongst the crowd hanging and whining on like a little bitch for her dear life. Who would you choose; Hashem, or any of them.”
Me; “How cute. I choose Hashem-ask me again.”
Look at this finger and come here, smell it it’s clean, now let me tell you a secret; Messing with me wasn’t an option-never was, never will.
Hashem loves me—whatever you say.
How to ward off the robber; buy yourself many pairs of long sleeved turtleneck shirts. It’s a pleasure. Enjoy. End.
I’ve always been wondering as to why is it that I was the little girl who nobody would try to sell me photo shots from the photo booths in the carnivals. Now, I know why, it is because I had no expressions. Suffering in silence.
I’ve always been perplexed as to why is it that in some places people would steal from each other’s and others work, style, and ideas like it’s a normal thing, just like breathing. And then I lightened up, it got to me; these places will do shit like that all day long without giving it a second thought. A learned behavior that has become a second nature. It is because these communities/societies whatever you want to call these-punks-like to live the poser/wannabe outlaws lifestyle where nobody and nothing else matters but themselves. They like to spit and smear on anything and everything they touch or come into contact by and wrap up with brat smirks while representing nothing less, nor short than their despicable, ugly, and worthless “individual” faces-hide your tattoos.
Who says; unless stated otherwise, that it is okay to cover and/or use, a credited, someone else’s work to connect with/under your own—who says; unless stated otherwise, that they even like your work.
Do call me; “he,” again for which we, women, were all he to begin with. See, it’s just that I was born different. Bestowed with unimaginable hardships to begin with, overcome, and become and as also maybe to serve as a side living example, perhaps as a side little remembrance of that very sacred creation for all of you creeping little creatures to witness and see with your own mere physicality and mortality how I was, am, and will always be very much real. And now yes. Do call me; “she,” again for which we, women, were all he to begin with.
Never was I, nor will I ever beat on your level.
People had accuse me in the past of being unstable but rightly failed so to realise that settling stable on the same level was never of my purpose; “Lol,” and neither never was I, nor will I ever beat on your level.
When nodding to a guy for letting you pass suddenly turns them into following, checking, and judging. Next time I won’t nod. So I would rather be remembered as a bitch than a whore.
Stranger; “What did you dream about last night.”
Me; “I was sitting at my desk when suddenly an old man amongst the crowd handed over all the money in his pockets like nobody’s business.”
My cat never minded me to lend from her one of her rubber bands for my hair, until one day came when she says to me; “No.” That’s it that’s all. We need Jewish counselling.
Stranger; “You think you’re funny.”
Me; “To me, hell yeah.”
Shalom to my Jewish parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents and so on so forth who survived persecution, slavery, and war which somewhere, sometime out of possible boredom two people have made it possible for this little me to happen. It’s just that I am practicing what I am going to say when the world is going to ask about my invisible family relevant history. Great. Thanks.
They who seek a person in ignorance have something to hide.
The Western normalized custom of skin-showing, empowering isn’t it, but for how long until you catch yourself self-shaming; “What was I thinking.”
The girl says; “I’m sorry.” I’m pleased to hear to that, now you missed the point here.
“—You stole that,” as if I also choose to be born with a Jewish tongue. Of which, I am pretty fluent with it.
Stranger; “Don’t you have any muse.”
Me; “Pervert, what’s so weird about it. I don’t. Now cry.”
Stranger; “Who/what are your inspirations.”
Me; “I mean we live in a world where everything, and everyone has shaped/influenced us at some point or another in some way or another in how we express ourselves and that’s the beauty of becoming. Therefore, upon close examination at something or someone anything will naturally remind you of someone or something else. However, oddly as it may sound, I was just brought up into a world without being driven into any particular stupid hero figure per se. Like I often feel; not human.”