Louder Than A Bomb

Teacup Secrets

When I was little my daddy and I would chase each other around the house
One day he chased me down the hall and then right into the china cabinet and I watched my moms favorite tea cup fall.
We kept it our little secret,

So mommy wouldn't get mad and maybe.
If we were really really lucky. 
she wouldn't even notice.

To this day i've kept this hidden.

Hidden, like my first addiction which
I used long sleeves to cover the evidence on my wrists that I wasn't satisfied with myself.

We keep it all hidden.
That being all the mistakes and regrets. things that aren't acceptable in a closed minded world.

So how do you expect women to love themselves?
When you tell them day after day to keep who they are buried deep inside their broken bones.
You group them in with the mistakes and regrets like theyre another secret that no one needs to know.

So they hide like their holy temple has suddenly become a forbidden ritual.

And when there's a secret
every one wants in on it.

They want to know the hidden stories underneath your shirt and behind your zipper.

As if they could unzip their way into your inner subconsciousness.

And it's no wonder women hate their bodies.
Would you expect them to love what you tell them to hide?

Of course not.

But bodies are more beautiful then the judgmental minds of this world.

Why should I hate my anatomy
When you're begging to study it?

I'm not saying women should expose all their secrets

Or let the public examine every crevice of the feminine landscape
As if it's from a parallel universe
With twisted standards.

Twisted like the fact that this man's world needs a woman, not as an equal.
But as property.

So don't question why she's insecure.
Don't wonder why she has trust issues.

Show her why she shouldn't.

And tell her why she'll always be more beautiful then what all the prejudice  minds have made her out to be.