A poem....

This poem was posted on threemanycooks and I had to share it with you all.
It reminds me of high school.
It reminds me of now.

I always have these feelings that something is going to happen and it does. I'm able to read people and have a pretty good idea on what choice they are about to make. I don't think it has anything to do with supernatural powers but I do believe it has everything to do with how in-tune I feel with my body.

I know my body well. I try to treat it well and with respect. I listen to what she is telling me and I respond accordingly.

I wasn't always like that. I used to put my poor body and soul through hell over and over again. During those times I had no clue what my body was trying to tell me. I had no emotions except for anger.

Now that I am a bit older and a tiny bit wiser I know to listen. I know to take those 2 seconds to feel what should be done.

I am an Emotional Creature
by Eve Ensler
I love being a girl.
I can feel what you’re feeling
as you’re feeling it inside
the feeling
before.

I am an emotional creature.
Things do not come to me
as intellectual theories or hard-shaped ideas.

They pulse through my organs and legs
and burn up my ears.

I know when your girlfriend’s really pissed off
even though she appears to give you what
you want.

I know when a storm is coming.

I can feel the invisible stirrings in the air.

I can tell you he won’t call back.

It’s a vibe I share.

I am an emotional creature.

I love that I do not take things lightly.

Everything is intense to me.

The way I walk in the street.

The way my mother wakes me up.

The way I hear bad news.

The way it’s unbearable when I lose.

I am an emotional creature.

I am connected to everything and everyone.

I was born like that.

Don’t you dare say all negative that it’s a
teenage thing
or it’s only only because I’m a girl.

These feelings make me better.

They make me ready.

They make me present.

They make me strong.

I am an emotional creature.

There is a particular way of knowing.

It’s like the older women somehow forgot.

I rejoice that it’s still in my body.

I know when the coconut’s about to fall.

I know that we’ve pushed the earth too far.

I know my father isn’t coming back.

That no one’s prepared for the fire.

I know that lipstick means
more than show.

I know that boys feel super-insecure
and so-called terrorists are made, not born.

I know that one kiss can take
away all my decision-making ability
and sometimes, you know, it should.

This is not extreme.

It’s a girl thing.

What we would all be
if the big door inside us flew open.

Don’t tell me not to cry.

To calm it down

Not to be so extreme

 I love being a woman and all that entails!