When I am like water, flowing easily,
letting people around me have me as much as they want...
Being a giver, I am loved BUT wasted.
I am not valued.
Then, I block my emotions,
I turn into ice.
I refuse to give in. I refuse to be used and wasted.
I want to be valued.
So I am boiled. I am pushed to my limits to melt down eventually and be able to quench the thirst of a man.
and so they have their way,
I am boiled. But this time i am boiled a little too much
and i vaporize, I go away.
Away, where i can never be caught...
Can never be trapped.
but then when i reach the sky,
I reach the space where I feel I am alone. I want to be one with the same people again...
Its okay to be used...
Its okay, I repeat to myself.
I make myself believe.
And so I fall...fall happily creating rainbows to embrace my very own.
They feel me on their faces, and they smile and greet me,
A lot of me still goes wasted
but I realize I am not the only giver
the ones quenching their thirst of love with me survive on my love
they may take me for granted
but its me and only me they want and not some substitute
I am therefore valued
I am a woman.
I am a nurturer.
I am happy.
