She wishes that she were one of those people who could say things

With meaning

She wishes that the words she spoke would touch someone, would brighten someone’s day

So she sits down and thinks of ways to construct her words

She crafts them together, like crayons to papers working with scissors and glue

The letters are put together to form the words she wishes to speak

With meaning

She opens her mouth and-

Too emotional

She frowns at the comment and tries to speak again-

Too angry

Her face falls along with the words, bits of glue and paper that hit the floor

Too something, too everything

So she remains silent, and her sad silence creates meaning, creates reasons for others to pick up her crayons and paper

But she still wishes, always wishes, that she could’ve been one of those people who could say things

With meaning

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Notes:  A little random writing in the morning before work, inspired by talking about Women’s Studies with bobitincandyland  Because sometimes, we want to say things, and get discouraged.  And it’s great that others are saying things, but it doesn’t stop us from wishing that we could speak the words they can.  

This isn’t mean to be sad, not really, we were just talking about Women’s Studies briefly and I remember being in college, taking classes, and there were two women in one of my classes who were my mother’s age, taking the class because they finally could.  They couldn’t speak up back then, and even if they can now, they wish they could’ve back then.