To all the Katies...

"Ladies, I'm having an epiphany. The world is made up of two types of women. The simple girls and the Katie girls. I'm a Katie girl." // Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City //

I wrote a poem dedicated to all the "Katies" in the world - including myself. We're complicated, layered, colorful and diverse. We have many wonderful, diverse traits and talents, and are often highly creative and intelligent. But we're also a bit neurotic, and difficult. We don't just sit back and smile and "whatever you want, honey." We demand and ask for a lot - sometimes justified, sometimes not. Yet, when do you know when you're simply asking for what you deserve, or are being too demanding and high maintenance? Where do you draw the line between self-respect and stubborn selfishness? Either way, I think life would be much calmer, stable and happy if I were less complex - if I were a 8 color crayon box, instead of 64. Maybe there's a happy medium, or maybe I just need to decide which crayons are most important (forest green? yes. magenta? maybe not.) But you can't know which crayons you need until you try them out.



"The Simple Life"

I wish I were a simple girl,
Solely defined by curves and hips;
My only flaw, a freckled jaw,
Whose constellation lured men
To my lips.

I wish I were a simple girl,
Who never asked - just gave;
Who needs respect, no,
Just a neck – pearled
Proof of my title: slave

I wish I were a simple girl,
Who never spoke her mind,
Opinions are a dying breed,
To keep a man, you must concede;
And noose your voice with twine.

But if I were a simple girl,
I’d die a double suicide;
My pride, my brain, both slain in vain,
But behold: the most beautiful bride.