Cathy Blue Boeken

I had been thinking of the century we live in, with all these innovations, technologies we have, women are still treated as second class. Educating men has not been solving the issue if you read the rape, violence news, help cries of women from all around the world on social media platforms. There have been too many things the society chose to ignore, it will be safe to say that they are still turning blind, deaf and mute… It most of the time comes down to women empowering women. Why do you think? Because all of us had been touched without consent here and there, mansplained, ignored, belittled to keep the fragile men ego intact. As a woman, I am proud to scream on top of my lungs: I AM NOT HERE TO PLEASE THE WORLD! Sisters, friends, daughters, mothers….Women! Unite! Together, we will take down the man’s world! Love, Cathy

Has not the time come to talk about the 'ugly' truths? Abuses, violence, mental health, suicide, death...Why all have to be a taboo when watching porn to cure our boredom is considered normal? Will you turn blind eye and run away or will you try to show some empathy and mercy? We are all scarred, different scars yet the pain is the universal language we speak. Do you have the courage to listen? Last thoughts before the exit, You may wanna take another route, Ignore all the ‘’ugly truths’’ of life. Is your blinker on? Can you look to the side While someone hurts/rapes/kills Your sister/mother/brother/father? Delusional and ignorant we all are, Thinking because we are secretly hoping It won’t happen to someone We know by our hearts. Does it matter? If we know the name? Should it matter? Why can’t we speak out and stand out For someone we don’t know? I will not be deaf, muted, blind. I will write all these ugly truths out. I will hope to make a difference, If anything, at least it will Be healing. You are not alone, We are not alone, We were never alone, The world is covered With all of us. We are all around. Open your heart, Open your mind, You are not alone, I am you, You are me. I love you.

Making Out With Words We write for the one, Well-knowing these words We bled out in ink Will never be read by them. May be it is the beauty of it, There is nothing now Holding us back to use our words, No fear of losing, What we already do not have. I am not afraid, I am wide-open to the possibility. As I will wait, I am making out with words, Daydreaming your lips.

Love never comes with a manual, it is most of the unexpected ups and downs of a rollercoaster. How you feel, how deep you love constantly changes. Loving the heartbreaks, embracing everything love gives? I believe we should discuss about that.