The Type-Rendition

Monday, October 30, 2017

One of my favorite poems is The Type by Sarah Kay. I read it when I was a senior in High School and it never quite left me. 

The thing with being an artist, is nothing is ever perfect. We want to make our own version of everything. It's an idea stemmed from the fact that we feel too deeply. Rarely do things feel right to us. We're lucky if we get "just right".

My just right isn't everyone else's. That's the beauty of art. Everything is open to our own interpretation. Sometimes it does no one justice, except for us. 

The Type

If you grow up the type of women men want to look at,
You can let them look at you.
But do not mistake eyes for hands or windows or mirrors.
Let them see what a woman looks like.
They may have not ever seen one before.

You'll grow up the type of women bystanders glare at,
Put down your armor,
You're only giving them reasons to justify hating you.
Sometimes, it's easier to call you enemy than Women.
You are not responsible for the way other people view you.

If you grow up the type of women summed up by lipstick and mascara,
You are more than a Barbie Doll,
Your ambition is not measured by glitter and overpriced foundation.
Let them assume you don't know a word of Shakespeare,
or you've never balanced a checkbook in your life.
Let them pretend you don't know the definition of Hustle.
Take over the world & take them by surprise.

If you grow up the type of women people paint cold,
Crown yourself an Ice Queen and laugh in their faces.
You are more than the lack of emotion in your face.
Not everyone knows what a warrior looks like,
Show them how warm and welcoming you can be,
But do not let them take advantage of you.
Fire and ice can soothe,
But they can also kill.

Women, you will grow up the type not everyone can love,
Still put out as much love as you can into the world.
You do not need love to exist, 
Others do.
Be an example.
Omit kindness,
Redefine how they view you.
But never apologize for your image.

You will be the kind of Women men will hurt.
As a Barbie Doll, you're not expected to have enough depth to process emotion,
As a Ice Queen, you're not expected to be able to display emotion,
When they hurt you, cut them off.
When they betray your trust, eat them alive.
When they try and come back, set their car on fire.
Make them regret the day they hurt you.
You don't owe your kindness to anyone.

But don't hoard your kindness.
There are those who need a smiling face.
Your laugh will bring light to someone's darkness,
You have the tools to turn someones entire life around.
Do not hurt those who have not hurt you.
Fix those who have been hurt.
You share the same story.
Do not let them stand alone.
Not everyone is a warrior.
Show them what one looks like.

You Might Also Like