Fool

I am forcing myself to believe
In emotional honesty and transparency
Even when I am terrified of being
The Fool.

The Fool is where I find salvation
From the fear that wants to rule me
And how I remember that I'm alive
And free.

Let come what may, it hasn't killed me yet.
I've no interest in the game of comfort
and perpetuating worn out mating rituals
F**k it.

I don't want to pretend to be inhuman
To be made of only confidence and good genes
I don't want to conduct myself like a list of
Don't do's

From match.com telling me how to behave and
Dress and give good blow jobs so I can get the
man of my dreams to desire me above all others
B***h please

I want someone who can wade through the insecurity
Of newness and not knowing where to put feet,
of my trying despite lack of skill to understand
What's real

Give me raw, give me honest, give me ugly and beautiful
even if the words tangle in your mouth, even if my
openness is unsavory and a bit much for your senses
Teach me

And learn beside me when I promise not to be stubborn
Or tell me its just too much and not for you so I can
Be on my way tripping all over again, just as honestly into
what fits.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Let come what may, it hasn't killed me yet. -- this is my favorite line; speaks so directly of human strength.

To be the "the Fool" is to be a "real" person, and not the fake imagery that is thrown at us each and every day. So often, people are just actors attempting to live as they believe their scripts have been written. You take a powerful stance here, and it is both bitter and sweet at the same time. Well done.

[Elleannatasha]

Thank you for your words.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Anytime, my friend!