@Prajakta It literally does. No baby is mature. Maybe some children are emotionally mature but not many, and they're not physically mature. Maturity comes with age.
@@cameronrhanna I disagree. Maturity comes with life experience, and some individuals have plenty of life altering, life shattering, and life ending experiences before their childhood can even be savored, even if for a mere moment. Age is the length of time one has lived, or survived, whereas maturity is more indicative of the life one has experienced.
@@audreaj2655 There's definitely more to it than my original statement and life experiences count for a lot but I'm going to hold fast to the claim that age matters. Young people often lack experience and perspective but I think there's more to maturity than worldliness. It's about emotional and philosophical balance as well, about knowing your importance and your insignificance simultaneously and having a worldview that can accommodate unpleasant realities without discounting the upside of existence (among other things). I think reflection on the life experiences is required and takes time, and I'm not sure that you can have finished reflecting before you're an adult because things change so quickly in youth. I think you've got to let your thoughts settle down and your worldview solidify before you can really consider yourself mature. Maturity in part means stability which is antithetical to youth and growth.
I was told by a random man to smile just hours after my dad passed away. I was so caught off guard that anyone would point out the state of my face that I didn't speak up. I just smiled. To this day it still bothers me.
and if you really want a sad girl to smile, then you hold her, until you’re drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets, My God...I love YOU for this
Lots of comments about the ending line but not nearly enough appreciation for the way she dragged out "smile sweetheart". I can literally hear the men from the street in my head as she says it. That overly cheery almost expectant tone. The way she reads it is perfect woth the added contempt for the statement.
cariiangela I was just sitting in the hallway waiting on class to start trying to figure out who her doppelgänger was and then my friend luna text me and it dawned on me. Luna freaking lovegood
@@nickhohl3468 She's also got a dismal perspective generally. Everything is about victimization. If it's not female victimization then it's Jewish victimization and if it's not that then she's putting herself in the shoes of a black person. This Smile poem kind of encapsulates it. Smiling is helpful not just socially but emotionally. If you can smile and laugh at things that might otherwise pain you then you're basically bulletproof, instead she's assaulted by someone just making the suggestion. It's not a healthy way to live and she's not a happy person. She is "deep" and clever, though, so I guess that's some consolation.
We watched this in my english class recently and I could not believe the responses from my peers. I thought we had evolved more as a civilization but when I heard the boys saying she was 'Too agressive' i was on the brink of tears because I dont know if they can even grasp the fear in this situation. I dont know if they know that most of the girls in this classroom, their 8th grade peers, have gone through this exact situation and more. It just really disgusts me how people still blame the other side.
Rhiannon McGavin is what got me into spoken word. I just won 1st place in a poetry competition at an arts festival. I'm so happy. Spoken word originally let me feel sad or angry but now it just makes me happy.
"And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her. Until you're drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart, so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets..."
Came back to this because yesterday a stranger asked "Do you ever smile?" And I whipped my head around him and smiled like a pyscho with crazy wide eyes. He took a step back and I kept giggling throughout the day thinking of this poem.
w o r d s / / People don’t give girls enough credit. I’m in the ninth grade and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in 6th grade. I’m in the ninth grade now, and it might not seem like a lot, three years, but... it is. Difference between 12 & 15, difference between girl and.... we’re reading to kill a mockingbird now, and I was walking home one day, thinking about how Dills hair was described as duckfluff or how scout viewed reading as breathing or what I’d help my mom make for dinner when... I guess I was frowning a little.. deep in thought... a man, a grown man, told me to, “smile sweetheart!” Strange right? Telling some stranger to look happy? You know it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth... blood’s better than tears anyway, action over thought, thoughts left lingering wriggling through viral veins and organs when trying to fight something you know is bigger than you, the cudgel that has bludgeoned countless before because if there’s no struggle then you lose the cold and broken hallelujah of.... well at least you fought back..... don’t tell sad girls to smile. Don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might be the type that gets cut by hipbones, don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone else’s sin from her skin, hot water, holy water, it always flows under the bridge eventually. And the dead can only feel cold so if she can feel the burning water then maybe maybe don’t tell sad girls to smile because she does it for herself or someone she feels comfortable with, not some slack jawed nice guy who doesn’t find a frown appealing, she might have a good reason to be sad so don’t you tell me to smile! it’s not your mouth. it’s not yours to kiss to consume, to find comfort in when the windows rattle in the storm or your heart rattles in your rib cage like seeds in the dry earth, unable to grow without a little water, and sunshine and tenderness, and if you really want a sad girl to smile, then you hold her, until you’re drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets, but I’m not yours to hold, and if you keep walking around telling sad girls to smile, no one will ever want to be, and if you come any. closer, I’ll bite you, and smile red.
At first listening it got under my skin so deeply. I used to hear it when I was saddest, and it just hurt me more. Thank you, especially for "red smile" and "one more muscle to punch".
"If you want a sad girl to smile; You hold her... Until you reek of the perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart - So when her wounds reopen; she bleeds bouquets." Fuck that is just beautiful.
I read this poem and Art Class by her and won in both categories in my school speech contest. Her work inspires me so much and im so glad I found these poems because they really keep me going. I hope she gains the popularity she deserves
I love this. When I delt with an ED (which only worened my depression) a man at an event I worked at during that time told me to smile. Or he'd say "you're not smiling Emily" though I know he meant well and he soon found out abput mg ED it still felt strange to smile for a stranger
