The mindset of one woman

Princesses need knights in shining armor.

They need a prince charming,

Someone to sweep them off their feet,

and into the security of loving arms.

I'm not a princess. 

I have the mind of a Queen,

the heart of a King,

the courage and strength of a Knight,

the wisdom of an Elder,

And tenacity of a Peasant. 

I don't need a man to sweep me off my feet,

I don't need loving arms to be secure.

I don't need to be saved,

And I don't need help.

I can think for myself,

fight for myself,

defend myself,

and rule myself.

Reviews

[Dot]

Greetings The White Canary.

I must say, it's a pleasure to read the words of one who values individualism, yet I could go further and state how it's beyond a pleasure to read the words of one who prizes and understands their own individual being, its power, and the superlative nature of the self as compared to the mass social structure that exists ubiquitously around us.

I have found that the majority of people on this site express their love for others; perhaps this reinforces my claim of this "mass social structure", perhaps it doesn't, either way it's magnificent to come across an individual in complete comprehension of their own importance.

As I feel like suggesting to most people - and actually, I did say so in a review this morning - that to understand anything at all, one must first understand one's own being. The precise words I used in the other review I did are as follows: 'One cannot begin to correctly understanding anything at all if one does not understand oneself - a simply metaphor which elucidates this point: how can one exist if one does not sustain one's ability to do so? No nourishment leads to death; the realm of nothingness. Therefore, to support oneself means one can then support others...' I could have continued this explanation, but as of yet I'm unsure whether I was reviewing a works of fiction or non-fiction.

I wish to read more from your head, because, as I said, I need more contemplations from a mind who understands their own being and worth. If you have any stories that would be great, because - and as a further compliment I suppose - I'm not fond of poetry (the compliment lying in the fact I actually felt an impulse to review yours here,) thus would much prefer a story to read.

Please, keep these thoughts coming, it's hard to find others who think on a similar wavelength.

Ta ta.

[WhiteCanarie]

Pleased to meet you, Theo Lueck.

It pleases me to know my writing's struck the mind of someone. Some of the pieces are older than others so I wasn't sure if they would be irrelevant, feminist and whatnot, which wasn't a goal. It took a long time to find myself, to figure out who I was. It took quite a few lovers to realize I really didn't need one. And there were numerous ups and downs that contributed to the writings. No words can describe the feeling of self-realization.. the feeling of elation of ones self, release and relief. It's like someone wiped the fog from a mirror, allowing you to see yourself clearly.

For some people it doesn't matter what they see though. They rely on what others see. I did that for a long, long time. I still somewhat do. I mean, who doesn't value the opinions of others? Subconsciously I think we all take to heart the opinions of those we dislike. Then we go to war without ourselves because what they see is different from what we see. When that happens we just have to stay strong and remember who we really are.

Someone once told me you have to love yourself before you can love another. Accept yourself and you can accept others. I can honestly say I love and accept myself, and even though most of my writing reflects my personal life, I'd do anything for those I love and accept just about anyone. I don't judge based on the past or what others say. Because I wouldn't want them to judge me like that. My writing, a majority of it, is about me, but it's meant to relate to everyone. I want them to read it in their own voice.

I'll probably be posting more in the near future. Writing isn't just an art, it's an outlet. Just like singing and painting are. We're artists, Mr. Lueck. We speak through visual letters, metaphors, descriptions. We paint vivid pictures with words and passion, tell tales with imagination and animation. With that said I can't wait to read work you've done, because there's no doubt whatever you've written is beautiful pieces of brilliance.

I appreciate your words, truly, and hope my own didn't pale in comparison. I hope you have a fantastic day and evening.

[Dot]

Indeed, realization comes at a cost, or at least as a by-product of some third-party force. I would say my individual birth was simmering behind my eyes for a good number of years - mainly throughout my teenage years - before finally breaking out sometime last year, after I came back from three months abroad. I've only been in one relationship, and despite my best friend continuously suggesting I'm a misogynist - I'm actually a misanthropist - the time spent with that female was slightly more inclined towards the good. I can see how relationships play a substantial role in one's evaluation of their "self", but I also believe that this self - this viewing of oneself as forced by one's peers - is not the same self as the kind one encounters of their own means.

Indeed, as I stated, I have been a loner for my lifetime; even as a child I did not spend time with friends, even thought I had them. Since around twelve I felt different compared to other people, and although the reason for this has recently surfaced and been ... "seen", I believe that the time I spent alone searching for the reason within myself led to this ulterior understanding of the self.

What I intend to suggest here is that, when one discovers their self through means, or via another human, it's almost forced; unnatural - if left to their own nature, 'twould not be found. However, if one locates and understands their self entirely alone, that, is when doing so holds value.

I agree with your statement: "who doesn't value the opinions of others? Subconsciously I think we all take to heart the opinions of those we dislike." I know for fact, if I personally hear something I could improve in myself, I will fight at that thing until it's superlative; obviously, only if I can see a benefit to myself. But if I was told that I had to improve myself for another's benefit, that would be pointless, trivial, and highly fatuous of me, for what possible advancement would that bring? What rationality would lead one to do so? Secondary narcissism; the craving for others' appreciation. Dreadful.

I cannot wait to read more by you, and please, do not force yourself to write, but I feel saying this is completely superfluous; you know perfectly well I'm sure.

Have a great day too.

Ta ta.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Short but powerful piece here. You are right. Some people need others in order to be strong. But you are a different person. You can stand on your own and fight your own battle. You are independent.

You are lucky having such strength.
Thank for sharing this meaningful piece.

[WhiteCanarie]

I'll be honest, I do need people. Without social interaction anyone would go insane, because one can only stand their self for so long. I just don't depend on people as heavily as some others do. It's hard to depend on others, especially if they've let you down so many times.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Most mask their weaknesses with the portrayal of strength.
And thank you for your review, I greatly appreciate it.

[Scribbler]

I really enjoyed reading this. It's a great way to think and a great way to express your independence. I really like how you said the tenacity of a peasant. That was like wow. Awesome xD
good job.

[WhiteCanarie]

Haha thank you, I really appreciate your review and hope to hear more in the future.