When I have a daughter, (or daughters, as I’ve been informed that I’m having more than one *rme*) one of the things I’m gonna tell her is to be careful about the words she listens to. Especially if these words come from the mouths of guys that write.
No. I do not trust writers, singers, rappers, poets, story-tellers, what-so-bloody-ever they may want to call themselves. The fact that they are so proficient with words makes it quite easy for them to spin a web of words around my little girl(s)’ head(s) and have her/them acting a damn fool. So, I will make sure I tell her to be careful. Not to stay away from them, but to take their bullshit with a pinch of salt and a bottle of malt. You know what I’m saying???
Which brings me to myself.
I’m a writer/poet so that obviously means that women should take my words with a pinch of salt abi? I absolutely agree. I will not remove myself from the cluster. I’ve, at some odd points in time, found myself manipulating women simply with my words and the power rush that it brings is amazing.
But here’s the thing. I have a conscience. So, I try not to manipulate. I lay out facts for women, as soon as possible. There’s no mix-ups, no “O but you never told me!!!”, none of that stuff… And it gets sillier. I second guess myself. I won’t say something unless I actually believe it. I won’t say I “like”, unless I’m sure I actually do like. And I won’t say I “love”, unless there’s no doubt in my heart. I’m actually scared I may not mean it. How weird is that? But then, how do I clear the doubt? I mean, sometimes I find the words poised at the tip of my tongue like an exhibition diver at the edge of the diving board. Ready to spring forth and jump into the deep end that is the space between us and become the half of the bricks that’d pave the road to a new paradigm of our relationship…the other half of the bricks…well, you know.
But am I really sure? I’m so aware of this easy ability to be manipulative that I’m worried to speak lest my words stand against me as a testament to evil tongue of the writer… does that even make any sense??? I think I’d be more sure of my words if I simply started picking petals off a flower going “I love her…I love her not…I love her…I love her not…”
I’m being silly…
But really…be wary of the man with a pen in his hands. That’s what I’m gonna tell my girls…