beauty; self discovery; self-esteem
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I am always in the room with you.
Regard the mirror angled on the shelf for you to look in and see me.
I write words on the mirror-
you will see them if you know me and I know you.
I am always in the room with you.
Regard the mirror angled on the shelf for you to look in and see me.
I write words on the mirror-
you will see them if you know me and I know you.
Here upon this old woven chair
She sits in the land of the inbetween
Perched under a wooden sign post
The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs
There at the very tip toe top
She’s always been there lurking
In the darkest corners of my mind
I never thought of searching
For the voice that mimicked mine
Morning noon evening night
Rise bathe feast and then I lie
Repraise with no end in sight
I know the truth so i cry
Stagnation
I don't want to lie here with you and die
Eigth grade is when I found out
That straight did not define me
A single small peck
On the lips was that it took.
Oh, how scared I was
I had grown up around hate
That those who are gay
Dresses I have never worn
Lie quietly in dark places
That I have never dared to step.
At times, I take them out and wonder
What it might be like to slip them on and walk them.
The person inside?
Its hurt, pain, sorrow, joy, happiness, stories of adventure
the voices that want to be raised,
to show the world what beauty can be unleashed.
The person inside?
Dear Self,
Why do you crumble, fold, shy away, and stumble?
You are strong, stronger than what you've been told,
stronger than you know.
Someday you will see.
You have been careful,
As I walk down the hallway wondering.
Drifting out the window, I imagine what life would be like in five years.
Broken records on repeat
trying to find a loophole to set me free
Tell me about yourself
A loaded question
Never the one with an answer worthy enough
to continue the conversation
Twenty sixteen
Why’d you have to be so mean?
All you seemed to bring was bad
I never felt so sad
I wanted you to treat me good
Instead I was like a car hood
Protecting everything inside
My mussel, gaping, black, and blue
was forked open
but time
tequila
and tension
stick us back together.
So focused on blending in
to those around you
that you never show
your own colors.
So focused on fitting
into the crowd
that you never share
your many talents.
If I was an inanimate object
I wouldn't feel the things I feel
But If I was an inanimate object
Nothing would be quite as real
I'd never be sad
Never ending
Pure and surreal
Rivers and lakes clear as Quartz
Trees of stories
Mountains of futures
Lands of memories
Upon a golden hill
Sat a golden bird
With a golden wing
Did it cry ‘bout the pain a
Broken wing’ll bring
Upon the 7th noon
Of the 7th month
Sat a fair young man.
To the young boy consuming dreams, keep negativity restricted from your team.To the young girl who stands on her own, you will gain respect and wounds from stones that are thrown. Your instincts will test you from time to time.
I am beautiful like the sea
wonderous like a wave
divne like the sunset
I am gorgoeous in my own right
