The Type

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken

This is a poem by Sarah Kay titled ‘The Type’. She does spoken poetry and several videos of her performances are available on youtube.

I found the need to share the poem because not only was it beautifully written and recited, it resonated with the experiences of women I have known.

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t1If you grow up the type of woman 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.

 

 

 

If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
You can let them touch you.t8
Sometimes, it is not you they are reaching for.
Sometimes it is a bottle, a door, a sandwich, a pole dancer — another woman.
But their hands found you first.
Do not mistake yourself for a guardian or a muse or a promise or a victim or a snack.
You are a woman — skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat.
You are not made out of metaphors, not apologies, not excuses.

 

 

 

t2If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold,
You can let them hold you.
All day they practice keeping their bodies upright.
Even after all this evolving it still feels unnatural.
Still strains the muscles, hold firms the arms and spine.
Only some men will want to learn what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,
Admit they do not have the answers they thought they would by now.
Some men will want to hold you like the answer.
You are not the answer.
You are not the problem.
You are not the poem or the punch-line or the riddle or the joke.

 

 

Woman, if you grow up the type men want to love,
You can let them love you.
Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean even after it has left you gasping — “salty.”
So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made.
The ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night and know this:
Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble.
You have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it yourself.
You are born to build.

 

 

 

 

t10

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo sources:
P1: http://hdw.eweb4.com/out/191363.html
P2: http://rebloggy.com/post/photography-pretty-art-girl-black-and-white-depression-sad-beautiful-skinny-thin/45844813280
P3: http://marielliott.deviantart.com/gallery/
P4: http://actsoflight.tumblr.com/post/35925473015
P5: http://rough-hewn.rssing.com/chan-1832389/all_p231.html
P6: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/12/images-and-quotes-to-inspire-magnificence-robert-sturman-photography/

 

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