"The Best Way To Bleed"
Location
Adorned with dark brown skin
The constant teases as if it was a sin
A Sin that my melanin was a little more defined
The reason why my confidence started to decline
Taunting and Teasing
Every day I felt like I could hardly breathe and
There was no fairy god mother for me
No one who could put me out of my misery
So when the tears started to flow I’d reach for my pen
And suddenly the pain would end
The ink flew out the pen
Like the bruises on my confidence
Red, black, and blue
When I wrote in red
Those were my angry poems
The ones that held self-hate I had for myself
The self-hate that poetry slowly help me put on the shelf
Blue were those times my heart break
The first time I had to wipe those liquids felt with regret of my face
But I found refugee when I gripped onto blue
Because its when I held it I always seemed to know what to do
Black were my darkest times
When I felt like this life was getting out of line
I wanted to escape it
Take my own life away
But black revive me
It brought me back
Showed me the right way to act
And took the death angel off my back
Poetry has always been a friend of mines
It saved my life
Taught me lessons
It was always nice
Flowing real smooth
And most importantly it gave me life
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marysitz
This is incredibly powerful. Thanks so much for sharing this! I'd love to feature it on our social media -- giving you credit of course -- is that cool? '
Thanks,
Mary (PP Staff)
Maya Valdie
This is a really great poem. Keep it up!
Madam Nixie
"There was no fairy god mother for me
No one who could put me out of my misery
So when the tears started to flow I’d reach for my pen
And suddenly the pain would end"
This was such a beautiful poem. You captured the true meaning of a life poet. Someone who writes to let go, no fairy tale ending, just a place to release. That is what this meant to me :) You gave us a view of your connection to your poems, a sight that is private and held close. This part was my favorite from ths poem because it pulled the whole poem together in 4 lines. It was the heart of the poem.
"Poetry has always been a friend of mines
It saved my life
Taught me lessons
It was always nice
Flowing real smooth
And most importantly it gave me life"
This poem made me relate to you in so many ways. This is the mind of a poet written for everyone to see. Thank you so much for sharing!
rouxchampagne
Captivating, i feel the rumble in your bones as you wirte about your strugle. i love the way you used the pens color as a metaphor. Very passionate and effective keep growing.
Stephanie D.
This poem was beautiful. Poetry is a beast that many think they have conquered with their teen-angst poems. Your writing is beautiful and the subject is original. I was getting tired of reading poems about broken hearts and crushes. This was refreshing.
GGicefire
Let your tears become your ink
Let them leave trails in
Other places
Where red could be love
Where blue could be pride
Where black could be solace and freedom.
Let crying do you good.
Let it heal you.
You will come back stronger--
Than you were, than they are.
You have every chance in the world.
Bring back joy.
Quiknodda17
Well come on and give me life too that was great
NNarhitya
A terrific job! Gr8 poem n emotional too...!
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