What is my worth

What is my worth...

is it in the way I do my hair - braided, cornrows, weaves or simply cut short?
Is it the way I speak, how loud my voice is, how opinionated I am or how much back chatter I give to you at any given moment?
Is it in the way I dress - skirt too long, jeans too tight, thong showing as I bend down?
Is it in the walk I walk - too fast for you to catch up with me or too slow I'm constantly running behind you?
Is it in my thinking - too independent for a man to love yet too traditional to blend in with the times?

Who gets to decide my worth anyways - the people who work with me and think they know me because I crack a few jokes with the?
The people I live with who are constantly underfoot with me and think they know best because they are family and nothing they do will hurt me (intentionally)
Maybe my friends get to determine my worth because we spend countless hours pretending to be honest with each other while knowing very well that we keep our deepest fears away from each other?
Or is it the people I pass on the street on a daily basis who get to decide my worth based on the interaction I would have had with them in the first 30 seconds of our conversation.

I dont understand why everyone around me gets to decide hat my worth is depending on what mood I'm in that day or the clothes I wear. Why is it that all external factors get to determine what my worth is a woman and as a human being. I'm told contantly that I shou;d be looking for a man becasue I'm 25 and single and that's not appropriate. I'm constantly bombarded with messages of 'the ticking clock' - you know your eggs wount b very fresh for long so you'd better start frying them - they say. If thar's not bad enough I'm told 'this is how you ahve to behave, dress, speak, do...' if your trying to find a man you want to keep.

What is my worth if I am constantly given rules to live by that will determine my worth as a woman?
What is my worth if by many a standard I'm failing as a woman?
What is my worth if the ;ive I live will constantly be judged bby how big of a rock I'm wearing or if I'm even wearing a rock on my finger?

What is my worth...and why do you get to choose it?
What is my worth...
What is my worth...
What is my worth...

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