I am Superwoman!

Writer’s Note: I wrote this a couple of years ago but it is still relevant even today. Enjoy!

                                                                                    

It’s amazing how much a simple song can make you feel empowered even in your lowest of moments.

Even when I mess… I still put on a vest…

With a S on my chest… Oh Yes…

I’m a superwoman

I have had this album for months now and never really listened to the song until a few months ago. And even then I still didn’t pay much attention to it. But here lately I’ve been playing the hell out of this one particular song. As if I’m trying to find some sort of answer to why my life seems dim. 

Everywhere I’m turning… Nothing seems complete…

I stand up and I’m searching… For the better part of me…

I hang my head from sorrow… Slave to humanity…

I wear it on my shoulders… Gotta find the strength in me

I know my “super powers” are somewhere deep within me. Somewhere hidden and so secluded that I couldn’t even reach them even if I wanted to. When I think life and its challenges are getting easier something else brings me back down from my little cloud. Something obviously doesn’t want me to get past the kryptonite that plagues my once warm heart and cool-tempered soul.

I feel as if there is something missing. Something not completely the very aura of my being. I don’t feel like a “superwoman” all the time or even some of the time. I feel like I don’t belong. Like I don’t even really matter to anyone that I call family and friends. My heart alludes me and my mind sometimes. Sometimes it just has a fucking mind of its own. It jerks me around like a lost puppy and blatantly screws with my emotions because no one hates being lost more than I do. I hate not being able to find my way. Not being able to really feel, behave, think, exist, etc. 

When I’m breaking down… And I can’t be found…

And I start to get weak… Cause no one knows…

Me underneath these clothes… But I can fly…We can fly, Oooohh 

I yearn so much for so many things. I yearn to be spoken to like I matter to the other person. As if I am smart and not some idiot. I yearn to be less emotional and girl like so that I can… I don’t know… I just hate how girlie I can be. I hate that my emotions get the better of me in every situation. I hate that my heart gets the better of me. That it nor my mind allows me to be happy and content. Perhaps that’s the adventurer in me.

Cause I am a Superwoman… Yes I am… Yes she is…

Even when I’m a mess… I still put on a vest…

With an S on my chest… Oh yes… I’m a Superwoman

 

Thanks for reading…

 

The Southern Yankee

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I am an aspiring writer trying to find my place in the world. Writing makes me happy, save lives much like coffee, and keeps me grounded. To honestly know me is to understand my way of thinking, my quirky, sarcastic side comments, and left uppercut verbal jabs and side-eye death stares. I’m simplistic but can often be very complex in nature. I love life to the absolute fullest, but I am human; therefore, I have more than my fair share of ups and downs. I am a giant kid, so being goofy comes naturally to me. I secretly strive to be the next Ernest Hemingway, J.K. Rowling, Zora Neale Hurston, or Shonda Rhimes. I openly and stupidly wear every bit of my heart on my sleeve and refuse to apologize for or minimize my true, unedited feelings.

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