this is for the women who don't want to give a f*ck

this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck.

the women who long to get naked to the bone

to be seen for who they are but never dare

to scratch the itch under their skin.

they give too much fucks about what will happen if...?

the women who are always well behaved

but are messy when they are alone.

the women who want to walk around in underwear,

drinking whisky from a tea cup

while reading erotic poetry

but opt for a herbal infusion instead.

the women who will dream of their men

nailing them to the wall

but shy away from asking for what they want.

the women who watch others howling at the moon

but their throat blocks

when they open their mouth.

the women who don't dare to laugh like children

because they are afraid

they might break the glass ceiling

because the infinity beyond is terrifying.

the women who put on red lipstick

but remove it before they step out the door.

the women who don't dare to ask for their worth

because they don't want to know

if there's no one willing to pay the price.

the women who stay for too long

and never know when to say 'Enough!'

this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck

but do anyway because they don't know how to stop.

the women who cover their mouth after swearing

and feel guilty for their need for pleasure.

this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck.

not everyone is born wild, but we all long to be.

i see you. i was you.

there's nothing wrong with you.

you're heart is so big, you have place

for the whole world in it

but you forgot to make place for your self, too.

so take your pain and turn it into poetry

with a splash of spicy rum.

you have so much love within you

it's time you give some for yourself, too.

pick up your old crayons and color outside the lines

on purpose, even if it feels like blasphemy.

introduce a two letter word into your vocabulary

and use it like your daily dose of vitamin.

that word is: no.

fill your calendar with dates with yourself.

remove a layer, one at the time.

peel yourself like an onion

with the curiosity of a child.

shed that old skin you keep holding on to.

but still, don't stop giving a fuck.

that's what beautiful about you.

but learn to give fuck about the right things.

give a fuck about your own needs and wants,

about your voice and the dreams planted in your heart.

give a fuck about the people who matter,

the ones who care.

give a fuck about good food, and wine in the morning.

give a fuck about giving a fuck.

but most importantly

give a fuck about

YOU.

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I always loved the poem of Janne Robinson "This is for the women who don't give a fuck".

She depicted the person I always longed to be. The woman who was hiding underneath the layers of old selves. Evolving into something she couldn't put her finger on yet.

But I never really felt like I was one of the women who didn't give a fuck. But I knew I didn't want to give a fuck.

But how do you even start to not give one in the first place?

By baby steps.

Because the road is long,

and running will never get you there.

So this is my take on her poem,

for the women who don't want to give a fuck.