Forbidden Love

Forbidden love is the worst type of love you would ever feel.
The knowledge that these feelings you express can never come out.
For if they do
a mountain of hatred, judgement and rejection
will crash upon you.
From your family, your friends, the one you shamefully lust about.
The one where you'd go out with in a heart beat no doubt.
And you wish that these vivid scenarios
your mind creates can one day become reality
but you accept your fate that it could never occur.

For your love is forbidden.
It is wrong to love him or her.
And you understand that this isn't Romeo and Juliet
where we sacrifice our lives for a silly little crush.
We just gaze upon their beauty and feel ourselves blush.

Sometimes love being forbidden is better.
As they can sit there
blissfully unaware
that you would do anything to just be with them.

And I find its much better to share a glance
and a smile and maybe even talk once or twice.
And pretend to yourself that they were talking to you
for another reason other than being nice.

Who am I?

Who am I?

What makes up me?

What is my identity?

Is it my name?

My age?

Or where I was born?

The bones I have broken?

Or the muscles I've torn?

Is it my family?

My friends?

Or maybe my enemies?

I don't know what makes me well me.

If people ask me

"Who are you?"

I don't know what to say

My name?

But that's not unique

others have it too, that's not me

My age?

Yeah because the amount of years

I've been alive is that special

My birth town?

Is it really that important?
For I could have lived somewhere else

for much longer

I don't know who I am

I don't know who I'm meant to be

I'm just an unknown girl

with an unknown identity

The answer is unclear

surrounded by mist

I think I can just about see it

To know who I am would be bliss

What?

Everything is me?

I don't understand.

Nothing about me is special

everything about me is not unique

But what if that's it?

What if all the aspects of me alone

are nothing

but together they define me

My curly hair which I refuse to straight

doesn't define my life

but it's part of my identity

My short figure which I can't seem to grow out of

doesn't define me as a whole

but it's included in my identity

I may listen to Fall Out Boy

every day

but many others do

that isn't my identity

It's everything else plastered with it.

The fact I'm a 15 year old girl with curly hair and glasses, with a small figure and a love for pizza, the fact I blog and write stories and enjoy poetry, the fact I love music, especially rock, the games I play, the friends I make, what I wear, the length of my nails, all these things may not define me alone.

But united- they are my identity.

-Minoo

Men Cry Too

I apologise for the lack of posts but mock exams this week and the next so I've been revising *cough* not at all procrastinating *cough* for my exams since the last time I posted.

Since then I have done quite a few things but I'll expand another time as currently my mother keeps glancing at me like "Get off your laptop or there will be severe consequences" so instead I will share with you a mini poem(y) speech I wrote about the whole "Men don't cry" thing.

You're probably thinking: But Minoo, ain't that gonna be long???

Well dear reader, nope. As I'm copying it and pasting it since I've already written it online before (by before I mean like 10 minutes ago so still relatively new) (Not even relatively like literally new new new)

Men Cry Too

If a man hears that his parent(s) has died, do you expect him not to cry?

If a man finds out he has cancer or any other fatal disease, do you expect him not to cry?

If a man finds out his wife, had a miscarriage, do you expect him not to cry?

If a man finds bailiffs taking all his possessions because his job is in tatters and he has no money, do you expect him not to cry?

If a man is raped, do you expect him not to cry?

If a man is bullied to the point of contemplating suicide and self harm do you expect him not cry?

If a man is abused, whether it is emotionally; physically; mentally; domestically; financially; verbally; sexually; whatever the fuckally, do you expect him not to cry?

If a man is told he is an abomination for loving his own gender or both genders or just not being straight, do you expect him not to cry?

And if a man cries, we degrade him, make him feel weak, and tell him he is not manly, we tell him he is feminine.

But crying is not a sign of weakness, it is not a sign of femininity. It is a sign of humanity, compassion, and heartbreak. 

Women cry! Men cry! Women are strong! Men are strong! We are all strong and we all cry.

Crying is a sign that we are living, that we are not dead and our emotions are present.

A man crying does not make him less than human.

You are the ones who are less than human. 

You people with your judging, and snide remarks, and gender stereotypes that make no sense.

 You are like Cybermen, machines, no emotions, nor regret. It’s like your from out of space, aliens that need to be destroyed due to breaking the human race apart.

If men can show happiness, arousal, anger, shock, fear, joy, disgust, pity, envy, pride, patience and every other emotion why can’t they show sadness?

Why must it be locked away? Like crying is a secret, something that must never be revealed. Why must it be something men should be ashamed of?

If a man is human, do you expect him not to cry?

That's all for now, hopefully we'll catch up properly soon.

-Minoo