The Leya Papers #10 | a quiet observer
Caged in silence
Somehow my life took a weird twist. My dancing took a turn of its own, getting in circles that were unknown to me until now. It’s up to me to decide how bad I want to be part of this. To be part of them. The power, the elite, the white collar bad guys.
Those people are everywhere. They are always searching for new souls to recruit. However I am not a soul to be recruited, but I don’t want them to know that. So this weekend I met them again. After my dancing gig I was invited for drinks again. It was a party that went on all night and it went wild I must say. I remained sober, I always do, because I want to keep my job, my figure and my health for my dancing.
First they were disappointed I didn’t drink, later on they didn’t notice. As long as I went along with their mood, everything was fine and I became one of them soon. Literally.
He was the big guy, but also the quiet one. The observer. That is why we connected. I always like the quiet ones, thinking there’s always more than you see. I was right about him and it didn’t take long for him to be all over me. In the end he just wanted to control me, like he controlled everyone with his quiet mind.
That night I made him think he was in control, for men like him that’s all they need. In the end, they don’t like control, all they like is power and somehow that’s what they will always have as long as we let them.
This will end someday. The day the power of men silences the power of the women. They are equals and one shouldn’t silence or manipulate the other to be in control. Together, when they combine their strengths, a great force can exist that may bring us all to the essence of our freedom.
Until that happens, all we can do is dance around the powers to escape the manipulative boundaries to silence our wisdom so we can let our own powers be free in a new unknown light to blind the ones that caged us.
Love, Leya