One-Year-One-City

3

“You know, the three of us have been living on the edge way too long. When we’re not running from the police, we’re fending off some costumed whack-job. Gotham is worse than ever. That gives us a choice — we can get out, or band together.” - Catwoman

Let me just say, I sincerely hope this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship- AND that we get to see the side of Pearl we never had a chance to see before. 

You never saw me in action! Breaking every rule, taking on the authorities so I could indulge in the joys of life on Earth!

And think about it, we haven’t really seen her in action. At least not without the context of being a maternal figure to Steven. We’re talking about the Terrifying Renegade Pearl, beyond the impressive abilities we’ve already seen. The Pearl who had the courage to not only learn how to use a sword, but actually use it to fight for her freedom. The Pearl who took a stand. The Pearl who proudly declared that she belonged to no one. 

Looking at her day to day life now, it’s almost easy to forget. Almost. But Pearl hasn’t. 


Instead we drove to loud music, chased a mysterious woman into the night, and broke the law. I’ve lost my edge. I should have stayed home with the puzzle.

What are all of these things to someone with her history? She had one goal: Mingle with the humans in their strange human way. Wear the pants, drink the juice, bump into them without hurting them. To be COOL. And if we know anything about Pearl, it’s that she always has a plan. Even when she says she doesn’t. So when things don’t go according to plan, it bothers her. A lot. And despite her rebel spirit, at the end of the day she just wants to be liked by the people she cares about. She doesn’t just want to be cool, she needs to be cool.

The thing about Pearl? She’s cool by virtue of just being herself.  And sometimes she even realizes it. After all:

I’ve been a criminal for 6,000 years. 

She’s still got that rebel spirit whether she realizes it or not. And when she realizes it? Nothing can stop her. She wants Mystery Girl? 

She gets Mystery Girl. And how does she get Mystery Girl?


I asked her about her hair, and then she asked how I colored mine, I told her my appearance is just a conscious manifestation of light. And she said ‘I know how that is’. Although, I highly doubt it. Oh! And then I added ‘By the way I saved your planet and your species and you’re welcome.’

By being her adorably nerdy self. Which IS cool. This is the Pearl that is starting to come into her own in her new life without Rose Quartz. The Pearl that is starting to achieve everything Rose ever wanted for her but never could while she was so devoted to her. The Pearl that is finally and truly being forced to become to own Gem. 

Don’t get me wrong, Pearl clearly has a type. But this Mystery Woman is NOT Rose. She has no expectations, no preconceived notions of what a Pearl ‘should’ be. She was just some cute girl with cute hair who went on about being a conscious manifestation of light and maybe she’s an alien? Either way she’s someone she wants to talk to again. 

It’s pretty safe to say that previous chapter of her life IS over. It shaped her, it made her everything she was until now, but starting tonight, she’s moving on. She may have lost Rose 14 years ago, but tonight marked the end of an era. Before tonight she never would have dared to have acted the way she did. With a HUMAN no less. And in the end, what got her what she wanted? By plucking up the courage to be fearlessly herself. 

I think we’re about to learn a LOT about Pearl, and see her grow more than we ever thought possible. And I sincerely look forward to it.

if there is anything i have learned from 2014, it is that we cannot just expect the year to make itself beautiful for us. we know what we want. we know what we need. we will break our bodies for it if that’s what is necessary. we have met so much sorrow and seen so many problems and we still got up the next morning, we still fought on. we were supposed to be too caught up in ourselves to see the world around us. instead, we started revolutions. instead, we took everything and wrapped it around our fists like brass knuckles. instead, when they came for our family, our friends, we demanded they take us with them. we have had enough of being trampled. we are proud of our scars, our battles, our rust.

it’s not about whether we are ready for 2015. it’s about whether 2015 is ready for us.

stop doing what youre doing

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5

“I don’t need a telescope to see that there’s hope.”

I heard that tree fell down a few years back. the one we tried to climb that one time. all its peaches fell with it, which is obvious I guess. which is still sad. It’s okay though. things like this happen. my heart should be used to this by now. I don’t talk to a lot of the people I thought I’d always tell everything to, which my heart will never get used to. remember your birthday that one year? you know the one I mean. the city was ours. these days, not much belongs to me. I was thinking the other day that I might really never be in love, might never have a better use for this stubborn stupid heart, and I really didn’t want to have to write this poem and I didn’t want to have to lose so much sleep, but how do I rest? how does anyone in this world rest? listen, don’t worry about it. I’ll be okay. I didn’t want to worry you. it’s okay. you don’t call anymore. I forgive that. listen, I just want you to sleep easy. you used to never be able to. I want you to think of the trees that haven’t fallen. there are a lot of them. don’t worry about me. my hands will get over the emptiness. the rest of me will catch up. I’ll write happier poems soon. forgive me my restlessness. my body’s just been looking for somewhere to belong.