Starry Nights & Budding Flowers

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I, I used to accept the love that I thought I deserved. The every so often, "wyd?" text from the boy I liked. Or, when I was lucky, I got the "so how was your day?" text. 

Those boys, those are the ones that think girls are lucky to be talking to them. Those boys, they will never be anything but a clouded memory in the back of my head, filled with hate, disgust and hurt. Those boys, don't think about their words. But eventually someone will speak up and bring them to their senses. They will wake up from the unrealistic dream that the world revolves around them. 

The boys at my school use girls. And someone needs to speak up. Because just as I'm starting to be respected by a small portion of boys, someone will start a new rumor. And I refuse to let that slip through my fingertips. 

The boys at my school will hear a rumor, and pass it on. Having no regard for how that comment will impact them. Especially rumors about nudes and crushes. Those fly around faster than a blue jay. 

The boys at my school call the girls names. "Hoe", "Slut", "Whore". The words spilling out of their mouths like water over a broken dam. The targets of these harsh verbal attacks accept it because they believe that if the guys at our school say it, it must be true. They accept that it's okay to be called names, as long as the boys still like them. 

This cycle, is a vicious one, the boys start their attacks with looks. Eventually, it is bumped up to another level, words. It continues to cascade upon society until fists are thrown and bruises are left on the soft feminine bodies meant for kisses. 

Girls have a role in this cycle as well. We accept the nasty looks, just playing it off as though its okay, and plastering on a fake smile in the spot a frown is supposed to sit. Next come the verbal assaults, the bombs dropped on us at any given time. Only supposed to ruin the moment, not your whole week. Eventually the fists are thrown, hitting our bodies, leaving marks that do not belong on our soft, silky skin. 

This society, we accept the love that we think we deserve. The love we lower ourselves down to. We should not accept the "wyd" text, we should accept the "what are you up to princess". and if that's not what we receive, they are not worthy of you.