self love
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Bottled up inside
Are the words i never said
The feelings that i hide
The lines you never read.
You can see it in my eyes
Read it on my face:
Life Unexpectancies is like getting cursed out by a homeless dealin' with Self-
Inflictions, Drug Convictions, an Acute Depiction of what life used to look like as
a Soldier Man.
i like to think we- the transsexuals-
are more divine than the gods,
for we weild the touch of creation.
we birth our own flesh and blood,
build our own bodies,
and shape them with loving hands.
Sunny days and sunny nightsI think about you all the timeEven when you’re not on my mindYou’re here in disguiseWho would’ve known that you could bring so much lightThen take away my sight Some might say it was rightBut only if you were mine So now
I look at you and want so bad
To have you without shame
I want to be like them
But I see you and turn away
I look at them and I see the beauty
I look at me and see imperfection
You are a terrific elixir
Yet you blow your essences up
By enthroning doubts
Like scientists working hard
grapefruit on a lemon tree
is a little bit like me
still citrus, still human
but a curious, strange illusion
apples on a cherry tree
Sunny Days
Ice cream
Long bike rides.
Giggles ringing through the air.
It was fun.
A time of simplicity where worries were few and far between.
Most days I am able to smile through the pain.
Push through tough obstacles with unshakeable positivity.
Telling all the demons of my past that they are wrong.
Happiness to me is like a warm chest filled with honey, nutmeg, and love.
It dances barefoot through fields of grass without a care in the world, and a smile so bright.
You see, I love me
Self acceptance. I can accept myself
When at first I felt the need to be validated by everyone else.
You see, I love me
Self awareness. I am aware of my feelings and thoughts
You see, I love me
Self acceptance. I can accept myself
When at first I felt the need to be validated by everyone else.
You see, I love me
Self awareness. I am aware of my feelings and thoughts
I was so open,
Legs open,
Heart open,
But mind closed to the idea of
Your deception.
Of
How you
Brain before body
Response to stimulus
Required for life
Required for happiness
If not made by you
It will be made for you
If not from you first
It doesn’t matter
Your perception
Be careful with your definition
Vital part of life
Forth then back
Teeter then totter
Deflected off
Not quite straight back
Creation lives here
Or so says the universe
It feels different
Makes you want to question
Don't resist
Pay attention
Power lives in the changes
The world turns
The sun rises
Morning breaks as you realize
It’s time for movement
It’s time for change
The world turns
Dark and long goes the road
Middle line stretches straight as if never ending
Lights only show so far
But the line streams out straight into the black
It based on results it won’t last
Failure is coming and shatters perfection
Have you walked the path?
Have you put in the work?
Our fleeting view of reality
Check points ensure accuracy
Balance your views
Mesh with humanity
Pursue beauty and truth
How do you love someone
Someone you know at their core
The ins and outs, good and bad
You know every thought and desire
You stand in judgement
Panic rages
Anxiety attacks
Fear abounds
How to make it stop
Weather it?
Fight it?
Breeding ground for inaction
It is not words
It's not only thoughts
Less talking required
Internal rooting necessary
Drive your legs down
Let your feet firmly plant
Future
The future’s power
Unlimited in nature
Where creativity lives
To shape the present
Past
Awareness within
Not looking out
It begins inside
Then pushes its way out
Self propriety and self focus
Creating yourself isn’t selfish
Beauty is perpetually imperative to your existence.
You pride thyself on the fact that you can view even the ugliest things as beautiful and groundbreaking,
Every wilted flower has thrown new seeds,
Dancing in a field of golden dandelions.
Prancing through the grass
under the moonlight.
Children laughing as they play,
singing voices on the breeze.
Dancing in a field of golden dandelions.
Prancing through the grass
under the moonlight.
Children laughing as they play,
singing voices on the breeze.
People grow
Angels too
Not just those
Helping me and you
Heart and love
Flows in all dirctions
Angels Angels
Beings of Heart
Come share community
Right now's a good start
My spirit emanates positive vibes through me. Good nature so pure it shines bright for all to see that its a genuine part of me.
Sitting alone in a dark room
Wondering if everything that happened was true
As the silence grows stronger and my heart beats faster
I'm now laying down, lost and confused
Ears pounding from the sound of my own disappearance
My feet forever ceaseless in their own escape
Limbs burning, gazed focused solely on the exit
Running
Don’t let a heavy heart from loving tomorrow
We must stand up and love for ourself
Put everything aside
Hug ourself
The little me is crying inside of me
I am ignoring because I despise me
Don’t let a heavy heart from loving tomorrow
We must stand up and love for ourself
Put everything aside
Hug ourself
The little me is crying inside of me
I am ignoring because I despise me
beauty is perpetually imperative to my existence.
i pride myself on the fact that i can view even the ugliest things as breathtaking and groundbreaking,
She’s A Lot
You’re right.
I am A LOT.
I’m A LOT of a woman.
With A LOT of layers.
A LOT of personality.
A LOT of dreams.
I want to crumble to the ground
Swallowed by the Earth
Six feet deep
Unable to feel
Worms n maggots
Flooding my soul
There are rythms that echo through
my rib cage, each bone curving as your
a note gets cut off.
It is hard to hear, when
other heartbeats play loudly like a siren
Its okay to love another, but
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Tiny hand flexed ungracefully around a crayon.
Words, form from bold strokes.
I
We’re on a playscape
Talking about dogs.
We call each other about radio stations.
Play strange games that only children could think of.
Do you call out for help with your eyes
Do your stone muscles relax
Does your blood start to flow
Do your eyes start to cry
Do you take a break from being still to just
breathe –
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
you walk so heavy on your feet. you are one-hundred and twenty pounds
and your feet clonk like you have never felt gravity before.
Beauty is
The freckles forming constellations
On our bodies
Thus proving
We come from the stars
Beauty is
I could write my life with a pen, and make it rhyme too.
I write to give an insight on
what my mind can do.
I had some obstacles I just couldn't
intertwine through.
This body.
One heart.
Two valves.
300 million veins.
37 trillion cells.
Regenerating
every second to keep you alive.
look in the mirror
can't help but see someone
who feels such terror
they'll be loved by no one
study my reflection
I find nothing attractive
crooked complexion
Dear me,
you are more than a score,
more than every embarrassing moment
that breaks you to your core.
you are more than glances,
more than what anxiety tells you
There is a beauty in the souls
Aphrodite could see.
She could not understand how
They could not see it themselves.
It saddened her,
The goddess of beauty
The goddess of love,
I have an apology to make
An apology to myself
I'm sorry for hurting you
When I picked up that pencil last night and raked it across my arm
Aspects of A Floral Being
Uncomparable to blooming sun’s rays, A
Art of harmony in full brightened cheeks: B
Brush of bristles constructing elegancy, A
Every night a little girl faces a different battle.
She's questioning her worth and what her family would do without her;
Contemplates to run away but her spirit tells her to stay;
my hair is dark
in the summer time
before it was light
in the winter
it doesn't really
make any sense
it was different before
but before I didn't need
a steady light in the
Am I really a monster?
I mean, I don't think I am.
So why do people always
Run?
They do not actually run.
What I mean is mirrors break,
My demons like to come out and play
Don't worry they won't bother you they are only after me
In fact let them braid your hair, they are great at that
Do you need your make up done, they have that down pact
EWS 2900 with Lorena.
Entering class with a broken heart.
In class with doubt and fear.
"Why the HELL am I here?"
Thinking over and over the same.
I DON'T BELONG HERE.
I wanted so badly to be the sun,
to bring warmth and light
to be the life.
But after so many battles
of fighting the night,
Thoughts raced around my head
Caring how people judge the way I am
But the wasted energy was for me to only see
The best thing to do is just be me
She came into herself
By picking up the pieces of who she once was;
The pieces she once thought she had to leave behind.
She started with her kindness,
Kinky!
Curly!
Rough!
All the words to describe just how tough natural hair really is!
Won’t lay down, tangling constantly, no moisture.
What can I do to get my hair as soft and curly as others?
Everything is swirling and spinning
'round 'n 'round in my head
Their decitful kind eyes and sacchrine smiles
lure me in but shun me all the same
For in their eyes I am who I am painted to be
Highschool? Oh please.
I passed exams with ease.
Go home, catch some Zs.
I thought to myself, college will be a breeze.
Grad parties were tons of fun.
When I was a little girl
I frowned at the belly below me
I looked at women in magazines and thought
How could that ever be me?
When will I be worthy?
When will I be good enough?
I try to spend the night with someone new
I’m on a repeat, always with you
All of the flames, yours
Is the guilt required when I’m out of all doors
I can feel your presence in my fingers
Me, Myself and I.
Everyday, I wake and try
One step at a time.
Everyday, I wake and cry
One time, I was small
And carefree, lovely, and kind
I was just...
Me, Myself and I.
As as kid, I never felt obligated to the world.
I was always easygoing, and a vulnerable little girl.
I never had to question being good enough.
Or worried about having to be tough.
As a young girl I'd "see"
That the little white girls around me
Were what I should achieve to be
Straight hair, colored eyes
And skin shades lighter than mine
They pose ideals of perfectionism,
Which quickly became my critcism
They preach of beauty of this and not yours,
Yet this is what I believed as I grew
“You just aren’t a fun person.”
The words slice clean through me,
Like a sharpened pocket knife,
Carving ugly words on the walls.
“Well it’s your fault, you have self-esteem issues.”
I once was a small girlwho took on the weight of the world,scared to speak the thoughts on her mind.walking on eggshells to avoid confrontation, not realizing that with ev
My favorite color used to be yellow, the underdog of colors as one could say. It is bright, hard to wear, and difficult to match with.
I don't think you understand,
That this is who I am.
You don't see,
That this is how I feel I need to be.
Because if you knew me,
As something other than you know,
Would you want me?
Radical Self Acceptance
You are of my kind,
Uniquely divine,
A different breed of beautiful unlike anyone
I have ever seen
Clothed in angel energy;
Beam and radiate fully now
As a child
we are able to be ourselves
not worry about judgment
we have innocence
no care in the world
As a teen
we learn
that if we are ourselves
we get judged
I'm sickly in love with the scars on my hips
But they're finally starting to fade
It's a milestone of self care and redemption, but at the same time, it feels like defeat
I take up space
Five feet, ten inches high
And as my hips are wide.
I've always taken up space
It's a bare necessity of being human.
Space in our lungs
Space through our veins
Becoming
“Wow, you never ask for help
You’re mature beyond your years”
under all that calmness
My body’s full of tears
there’s this girl i used to know.
her name flows blue inside of me-
she was so afraid to show,
who she once was in front of me-
A glow up for me was havin’ the realization
Depression was my setback, not my damnation
I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed
And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
I had read Shakespeare’s sonnets
and watched cumming’s leaves fall,
yet still had not felt
any emotion at all
Eighteen, forty-three?
My heart is heavy asking will I ever
be good enough for myself.
When I look at myself why do I peer through
my reflection like it’s nothing?
Like I am nothing.
Even when I say I am good enough and
In a world filled with Buzz
I sit here alone.
Watching.
Seeing.
Smiling.
In a world surrounded by Connection
I sit here alone.
Warmed.
Waiting.
Contented.
There’s no greater joy than to be in love
First love, that is
He took me so high, we soared miles above
There was no greater comfort than in his kiss
in my head
something was not right
it took time to realize
but i finally changed my life around
in my head
pain and fear swirled about
You love have brought along
new ways in which I view myself.
I was once selfish and yearning for acceptance but now I know I am not
the only one who matters.
You make me selfless.
I could never come to terms with how
you viewed me.
You’re so pretty.
You’re so capable.
You have so much potential.
You said that to me the other day.
Fear.
She envelopes us like a cold day without a jacket.
Shivering like bare shoulders, chills climbing in the crooks of collapsing collarbones.
"I am afraid," the voice taunts, always behind us always there.
I wasn't the smartest in class
I wasn't the best on the team
I sometimes came last
At least that's how it seemed
I aimed to make you proud
I hoped to see you smile
It was a looming figure,
the shapeless ones you see
in the dark enshrouded by a halo;
A halo with no recognizable source.
It was a ravenous beast
It was a looming figure,
the shapeless ones you see
in the dark enshrouded by a halo;
A halo with no recognizable source.
It was a ravenous beast
Honestly, your flaws make me wonder...
if you truly love yourself ,
If you truly adore your design,
Deep down inside,
There’s a place you always hide ,
I can almost hear the whispers in the back of my head,
Those taunting sounds that I despise the most,
Cheeks reddened, eyes shut, fighting away the tears,
Desperately trying to find my breath,
Fearing a transparent man-made tool of vanity
A tool who hides nothing
This tool shows you who you truly are
Some may say that you are more than your reflection
To feel you were meant to be more,
It is a feeling I know well
And with grief, my heart does swell
No hubris, to that which may quell
There will come a day, soon
Where I may roar,
But not as a beast,
Illustrious,
She is Illustrious.
Confidence glints off every step,
Basking in the respect and admiration from past victories.
She is Illustrious.
A disorder that's rare, diagnosed at age six.
Causes fear to my family, oh God's little tricks.
Brain tumors and pain, with surgeries to come.
Eleven was my first, I have scars that are from.
It’s okay to be alone
Often you find what’s to your core
Slow down and let silence envelope
The person you were told to be when born
This body
since birth
I've been told
To hate it.
"Your body,"
he told me,
"Is beautiful."
Does he lie?
This body
is the reason
To lie,
To cheat.
Can I be afraid of change
if I am miserable where I am?
Years swept past me
and I let myself rot,
until I realized the role I play.
Should I be afraid of leaving
the only thing i have ever Known?
I can sit in bed all day
Write stories of love,
And happiness,
And success.
And every expression of emotion
Is guarded up; soliloquy.
From all the chaos outside..
I seek peace inside..
For all the judgement mongers..
I leave you there and here I slumber..
For all the negativity around..
I put on a positive sound..
Do not leave your house, my loveYour face is rather petrifyingI will strive to push and shoveI'd rather you be dyingCancer came and took your eyeTook your self-esteemKidnapped your pride
I Am A Pine
You had me believe you were a beauty
A seed, a flower, a fruit, a sweet, to me you seemed
Your dark branches enchanted me but you aren’t the wise tree you seemed
In a world where words are the strongest weaponry,
Where syllables can tumble down with the power of a tsunami,
Drowning is often easier than it should be.
Each word a piercing bullet with a fatal shot,
A is for Affirmative, seeking the positive in othersR is for Ravishing, an entrancing beautyT is for Terrific, so awesomeI is for Important, a valuable contributorS is for Sharp, always observant
the locker room.
the catholic confession room
for eighth grade girls,
only to collect their
tears into empty perfume
bottles and to be
sprayed onto their
collarbones.
in some odd fantasy, i wanted to be your
manic pixie dream girl.
the pink haired girl whom teaches
you to savor life,
the small enough finger puppet you
had dreamed of since being a young boy.
She showed me how to look on the bright side.
She showed me how to change the tide.
She showed me how to appreciate my fullness.
She showed me how to adore the darkness.
Just like Father,
With strength in my shoulders,
Compassion in my veins,
Others in my thoughts,
I am one-track-minded.
Just like Mother,
With determination painted on my face,
I've always wanted love
But now I don't want to want it.
I always craved touch
But dislike it when you touch me.
I've always wanted loyalty
And to be treated like I'm royalty
The person I hate, someone I blame: myself.
Devoid of meaning or direction. Moving in circles
Blindly searching for the destination. I’m a bookshelf
Without books. Incomplete. Lonely.
For the man with a son
who still looks like a child himself.
he writes silly notes and always has candy in his pockets.
How can somebody so young have the eyes of an old man.
I'm tired of the lies AND misconception
Long to be held, seeking attention
Covering up my discontentment
I've ran out of makeup and forgotten how
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
So perhaps it was not beauty that shone in the wrinkled face of my grandmother,
well past a prime she doesn't miss.
It was strength
All those things combined make me want to hold on to you forever
For worse or for better
You should already know that you are my treasure
And when we together nothing can ever measure
Your arms are my shelter
I do not see what you see,
When I look at myself, I still see myself at 13,
Eyeliner thick and black,
Trying so hard to be a part of something,
Drinking at parties,
In this world I do not understand
I have found there are many things to love
The earth, the wind, the sky, the beauty
and everything that exists above
There are many things to love
Dear Poetry,
Do you see?
There she goes
that innocent girl,
a rule follower and honest to a fault,
A friend of mine asked me to write a poem
about myself, and for the first time, I was left
You are a galaxy.
A collection of beautiful fragments that shine.
You are a galaxy.
The planets that orbit your mind are home to brilliance.
I can see myself in others,
but I must not lose sight of who I am.
This is my journey.
My unique fire.
A poem in my pocket,
I carry it around throughout April,
Hoping my friends would try it before they knock it.
It was dark and slightly grotesque
Sweet soft rhymes rhythmic against ears so eager
Eat every word with sweet salivating stealth
Poems provoke pieces of me
Hanging on the quatrain I quiver through questions of who I am
Though your "different"
though your "unusual"
though you like different people than others,
doesnt mean your evil,
or you hated,
it means your you,
you can take me for example,
i should probably
thank you.
when you left,
i had found myself.
in pieces.
when you had
gone, not just with the
flat screens & fine
china, but with the
Words flow from my pencil.
Feelings flow from my heart.
A simple pattern forms from my mind.
A simpler pattern forms from my feelings.
Who is to say what makes me "right?"
Who is to say what makes me whole?
my body is not a monster.
it is
torrential
terrains.
hold me carefully,
from me
oceans pour.
my body is not a monster.
caramel dripping
land of gold
be cautious of
When I was 11, I started starving myself
When I was 13, I started cutting myself
When I was 15, I kissed a boy who had a girlfriend
When I was 16, I made a lot of mistakes
When I was 16, I decided I needed to change
Self-doubt is a winner
Always defeated me
Low confidence destroyed my essence
Allowed poor characters in my life in many ways than one
Never felt good enough or pretty enough
I was weak and I was prey
A size dosen't make you.
Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act.
Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy.
What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
I stare into the mirror, crying at what I see
The reflection looks like me but I deny its existence
It is not me I see because I do not like what looks back
Images haunt my mind of past persons, past beauties
And it’s okay to be sad.It’s okay to be fucked up,but stop telling yourself that you’re damaged becausethat’s not a bad thing.
I hate you
I hate that you're beautiful
I hate that I love you
I hate how I hate you
I love you
I wish you would leave
My dear please stay with me
Just for the night
Hold me close
Run forward
While the wind pushes you back.
Raise your hands toward the sky,
Soon you’ll see the stars
That shyly hide behind the clouds.
i think in poems
when i see you
four lines stanzas that all begin in
how beautiful you are…
and how cliché that is
in my metaphors
i’ve spent
hours on others
i can’t
make them do anything
still
i type
declare what you’re going to do
It clawed at her.
It punched here and scratched her.
She fought back but
That only fed the monster.
When I look back on that day, it as if I am looking through the eyes of someone else.
The throbbing in my wrist, aching disappointment in my chest, and numbness of my mind do not belong to me.
Sometimes I feel about my body
the way meat must feel about
sausage casings. Too many
circles forced inside squares,
too many curves held captive behind societal bars.
I don't remember when you showed up in my life.
You're the companion I never wished for,
A thick silence that sucks away the flame of my soul.
A vacuum of grey is left in its place, not bad, not good.
Dear Insecurity,
We've been friends for what seems like too longI'm but a child, with youTuggingPullingDragging me along
To my dear depressing thoughts,
You’ve been apart of my life for so long.
Living, breathing and hurting inside of me.
Its been awhile since I’ve felt you.
I’m sure you’ve come back to open my wounds again.
Dear Almost lover,
I'm writing this because I never got closure.
It's been awhile since we've talked
and I think it's time for a disclosure
and I don't want to be mocked.
to the boy I once loved,
sometimes i think that even the pain of dying
isn't as unbearable
as the feeling of your heart shattering
into a million pieces
i'd rather experience the sensation
You began as a single raindrop into my existenceAt first the presence of you was quiet and unseenAs your small stream flowed into my cracksYou were a stranger to meBut the innocence within my spirit
Dear Sam,
Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.
Dear Ani,
Ani ohev at.
Hebrew for "I like you".
I struggle at learning languages,
Illiterate until the end of second grade,
taught myself to read,
taught myself to write.
To my First,
I remember the day that I witnessed your impressionable smile and sparkling eyes.
I remember the tiny flutter of my heart, that feeling that you were going to mean something to me.
Dear Self,
You’re amazing!
I always wanted to tell you that
I feel as if there is no time for me and you
Me and you to talk
Dear Future Me,
Whether you’re 18
20
36
50
Or lying on your deathbed,
I hope you understand that you are worth so much.
Wishing...
Wishing for someone to notice me
Wishing to be #1 in someone's world
Wishing to find that perfect someone for me
Wishing for things that I know will never come true
Wishing...
Wishing...
Wishing for someone to notice me
Wishing to be #1 in someone's world
Wishing to find that perfect someone for me
Wishing for things that I know will never come true
Wishing...
Your obsession with my willingness to overcome challenge leaves me feeling like a failure
Your words have power the way you use them hurts me
Dear self,
How much have you grown
Since those rainy days
When you swore you were alone
I remember your tears,
Your fears and your anger
When you called for help,
To that tree on the hill
On that lonesome hill
That saw me fight
My spirit killed
That saw me rise
And roll through my free will
When you are hard on yourself, you cannot escape
Running through your mind, from these thoughts.
Your mind constantly drifting, lost at sea.
Some dark places can be found, some bright places too.
Dear Body Mind and Soul,
First off, let me thank you for all that you do,
despite all that I don't.
You bit me when I was tenderbecause you knew i was easy prey.Knowing i would fall weak at the knees on the cogency of your wordsKnowing I was soft as the petals scattered on the bathroom floor.
roses don't look like sunflowers
yet I think both are beautiful when I see them
so why am I mean to myself
because I look different from them
why can't I call myself beautiful as easily as I can to them
Dear My Biggest Fear,
What are you?
This question has been lurking in my mind for quite some time now,
So I thought I'd just ask you upfront- what the hell are you?
Dear 2018 self,
I know I created no resolutions for you,
but you are strong.
Remember you are beautiful,
You are intelligent,
You can fight against all odds,
NO ONE can break you.
Dear Me From Last Year,
hi.
yes, it's you.
this seems strange.
i am aware. but do not be
afraid; i bring good news. you
see, you have things that
are waiting on you;
On the day my little brother begins to see race.
I'd like to think he will be ready for the talk I'll give him.
I'd like to think he will be ready to carry the weight of all the self-love I will place onto his shoulders.
in my art class, this color soiled itself, through the way it crawled from the
ignorance of people with fair skin. like
the teacher, spewing phrases like “drab,” “ugly,” and
Smooth skin, made up face, forced smile.
Perfect body.
Why should I conform to society's standards?
My leg hair has grown, my face is bare, my smile is natural.
My body is imperfect.
And I love it.
Dear self, I'm sorry for not trying hard enough of the things we cared about.
I'm sorry all the late night crying
I'm sorry for not giving you what you turly needed
Dear Self,
I know...
Somedays you're up
Somedays you're down
Somedays your smile
Somedays you frown
Someday you cry
and drown in your tears
Somedays you're brave
I know things have been tough
I know moving in must suck
The old tennant
was awful at cleaning up after themself
The wiring is always off
Dear Beautiful,
I never thought we would come this far,
How we could go from strangers to sisters.
The way I can sense when you are unstable or confused,
Dear whom ever you might be,
I am the offspring of nature and the sun
My parents call me their son/sunflower.
My parents are exotic, foreign,
Dear Amari, I apology for everything I made you go through these last four years. Being walked over is not something you deserve. I'm so happy you never forgot that you are actually really strong.
Before in the past I never did know If I might possess a graceful beauty.The kind to capture the heart of a beau,I did not think it could be part of me.Never once did I try to bat an eye.To chase after boys seemed a waste of time.To avoid heart br
Self inflicted pain is the easiest kind of pain
Being in control of all the sorrows you encounter fills you with a sense of self control
Your pain is in your hands
It's a drug
You become addicted
Dear Black Girl,
Let me start by saying I apologize
for all the times I didn't recognize
the beauty in my brown curls
and shake in my thighs
for when I let others tell me
Mighty is a strong word
but strong is stronger.
That may not seem right
but neither is wrong.
Hate is a strong word
but love is stronger.
That is always right
but one is wrong.
I am somebody who you never thought
Who you never dreamed of knowing
Who you are.
I am somebody who never seemed
Who never looked like that one
Who knew you.
I am somebody you dream of.
A state of allowing.
I like the idea of being pleased in all the ways that excite my senses.
Vibrant colors and beauty all around brings joy to my eyes and awe to my atmosphere.
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
Blonde hairBlue eyes“Beautiful”Bodies as frail asToothpicks. But the standard they set,The standard seen as the normIn this society,Drives us to believeIn false beauty Are these the women With whose bodiesShe fell in love with?Doesn’t she knowThat
Because I love you
I will tell you when your hair is a mess
and that those colors will never compliment your skin
Because I love you
I'll tell you to put back that piece of cake
The heart is a rich, oak door
Locked from the inside out
Love is a living, passionate wind
Touching the door but lacking the key
You see, I locked the door before to keep from the robbers and rain
Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
I sat with you when you got angry.
Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths.
Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
At first you were my enemy
You always sent words of hatred and discouragement my way
It was so easy for you
Easy for you to call me fat
Easy for you to call me worthless
Easy for you to call me unloved
because i love You,
i don’t mind being ignored by You.
i don’t mind being in this one-sided relationship
which i know will destroy me.
but because i love You,
There is no such thing as forever.
That’s what I thought before loving you
You made it seem like the perfect fairytale
Not a single evil stepmother, big bad wolf, or witch got in our way
Listening to you when you hurt
Listening to me when I hurt
Listening to each other when the truth must come forth
Not listening to others' whisper
Not listening to self-doubt
Depression is my painful addiction that doesn't quit after twelve steps.
Redefining the definition of trapped, the terror like an anchor tied to my body.
Because I love you, you’ll be with me
I have so much on my plate, yet you say
that I need to spend my free time with you
to give you the love that you want
Yet it’s not for me – I just don’t feel it anymore
It truly is
A beautiful thing
To be able to
Identify myself in someone
Whose appearance is none like my own
We are all different
Yet equally similar
And that relaly is
I look in the mirror and I see the entire universe.
Staring straight into my own eyes, I swear my heart could burst.
No one ever tells you how to love yourself.
After years of starving myself to be thin,
Rewarding myself when I ate far too little,
And forcing myself to vomit if I ate “too much”,
Obsessively counting calories,
Because I love you, I lose myself in the way the earth spins
Because I love you, I am exalted when you step into the room
But it is because you love me, that I understand the deep affection I can have for myself
Us humans, we are bestowed with the curse and the gift of empathy, oh how it can bring the world round
or crashing
It teaches you who you are
And shows you what you’re becoming
The foundation
To healthy relationships
So that you’re not left there stumbling
There’s only one person I’ve ever fallen in love with
I remember vividly that summer of 2012,
When I lost inches from the back of my body like a tortoise coming out of its shell.
“Because I love you,” is your only excuse. For why you left. Over and over. Because you love me, you didn’t want to hurt me. Little did you know, you were killing me. Because you loved me, you made me cry.
Because I love you, I decided to stay
I listened to every possible excuse that you had to say
Because I love you, I clung on until the very end
Pick and Choose.
This or That.
What to do.
Choices, decisions, options.
What can we do? Where can we go? Who shall we be?
Because You Love Me
By Haley Cook
Because you love me
You respect me and my flaws
Because you love me
Loving someone is difficult,
but maybe it's because I don't love myself quite yet.
I've had my heart ripped to pieces,
torn out and stitched together over and over again,
I've fallen into the mirror again
Eyes on me, but where have mine been
Escape this version I try to explain
Lost within the thoughts in my brain
Anticipating the end of my rope
It's hard.
Looking at you in the mirror.
Looking at myself.
What others think of you,
Runs through your head.
What your mother thinks,
What your father thinks,
What your grandparents think...
I was once told I'd make someone else very happy
As if their happiness meant more than mine
As if i was put here
On this vast world
to make someone elses heart beat;
To make it race;
You're not double zero or double D or the model for after plastic surgeryBut you're important to meAnd the fact that you give me your time of day it's insaneMor
There are times when the only thing I want to do is give up,
But for some reason, I have not fallen yet,
For some reason, I stand tall and fight
Because I love you I won't let you down
Let you down by leaving you alone
Or crying in your bedroom,bathroom stall
Because I love you I will care
I will try to stay strong, smile
Laugh, even be outgoing,
I was always a mixture of too much and not enough.
A galaxy dotted with stars and brillance,
but with dark spaces in between.
An ocean teeming with life,
Because I love you,
I worry.
I worry
about if your day is going well,
and if you're doing okay.
I worry
about if I am doing everything in my power
to keep your head above water
I have a dream that one day love
will be gentle and easy.
There will be no abuse, there will
be no loving one more than the other,
there will be no force, there will be no
Oh you have found me! A soul seeking trust! But brace for damnation, this is a must. You look upon me as a person of value, But if I do not see it, neither shall you.
they never saw the real me
the one i hid away in my closet
buried with the things i hid from society
tied her up and taped over her mouth so no one would hear her scream
i remember being happy
I won’t tell you that i am trapped in a body that isn’t mine
that i was born in the wrong body
because whether i have a chest or a dick
this body is mine
this body is mine and always will be mine
I want things
That I avoid
Because I do not want
To want.
Wanting comes with anticipation
And desires, when they
"Because I love you"
Doesn't mean it's okay
For me to do as you say.
The phrase "because I love you"
Should only be used to express
An act of love, of gratitude; it must not be used as a screw.
First you convince me that I am crazy, so I convince me that I am crazy too.
You tell me that the difference between black and blue is that the flesh should never be yellow.
Breath of life breathe into me,Fill me like the wind fills the trees,Seep through my red stitches,Heal my scars and glitches,Breath of life breathe into my life,Take from me this price,I will let you in.
Because I love you, I will open my heart to you.
Because I love you, I will not be afraid to let you in and see the darkestcorners in my soul, the parts that even I cower and flee from
“Because I love you.”I mutter.
I’m not hungry.
The thought of food disgusts me.
I eat anyway.
“Because I love you.”
I whimper.
I’m curled in bed early.
Wash and iron your cape daily, and be your own hero. Focus on saving yourself before saving others.
Innamorato, I think. I am in love.
A loaded word, I know,
but it is not out of context,
or fake or artificial or lacking.
It is real,
and it is unwavering,
and it is alive.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, or it lays in the eyes of normalcy places upon culture athat is whitewashed. Little Duckling you are not "traditional", compared to your pure and white siblings. One day you'll stand with them and frolick in
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.
Dear Past Self,
I'm not sure where in your life you are, but I'm a sophomore in college.
I'm not going to lie to you, life is not at all what you thought it was going to be.
Hickory dickory dock,
Cinderella said "screw the clock".
She stayed at the ball,
She danced with them all,
the women, the men, the short, and the tall.
Her gown went from fab,
To totally drab,
She's broken, yet still beautiful
Can't she see?
Her purpose here is meaningful
Without her there'd be no me
She was in the dark
But I shined her light
It sparked her inner flame
I fell in love with a man who lives in a world of black and white
Doesn't quite see something that isnt at sight
I stand in the front light to make sure that I shine, but my color's to bright almost seems to blind
Beauty is not their term to define.
70,
Is it the curves I lack,
Or the bones that poke down my back?
Puberty,
Do not call her beautiful
Instead
Call her powerful
Call her loyal
Describe the pleasant ache
You get in your cheeks
I haven't forgotten the girl whose name no one knew.
She never let herself be
The person people didn't see,
But she never was reason for rumors either.
She only did what made her content.
Their voices are shrieking in my ears.
Do they know how bad they are at conversation?
Its like talking to seals
All barking about this or that, suffering my condemnation.
All people suck. they force me to be human.
Of course you are not perfect,
but why do you fret?
There are many more important reasons
to find yourself upset.
You could be greedy, coniving, full of deceit,
turning a blind eye
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin
squeezing my rib cage
gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints
teeth marks on my breasts nearly breaking the skin
If my body was a tree,
I would have spend half my life trying to chop my very self down.
My thirteen reasons why
Life pushed me stronger to survive
One. Served for a few years ,
Some very holy regulars came in
They said I've been gaining weight
Always be strong, be powerful, be heroic, be amazing. Always be beautiful, be intelligent, be kind, be courageous. Always do your best, and you'll always beat the rest. No questions, comments, no friendly bets. But what about those moments when y
Your eyes will bleed, your eyeballs will fall out, and your eyelashes will be plucked for all the time your stare made someone uncomfortable, for all the times you've seen something and never said anything about it, for all the times you
One day you came to me
Your body like one big tear
You start shaking
Trembling like an earthquake
As hard as it is I want to love myself I want to love myself like my family could never love me Love me like you love me I want to see myself like you do Because you make me sound so beautiful I can't help but wonder if I really amI want to love m
"The only way we can love one another is to love ourselves farther",
That quote makes it sound so easy.
But when you realise self love is a self starter,
The rest is not so breezy.
When one looks into the mirror, they find
Satisfaction, security. I saw
Disappointment, disgust, all of my flaws.
Muddy-colored hair that’s never defined,
Irises lifeless, never do they shine,
Dear Bulimia,
Look, I'm glad you came in and put your feet up, (on my brand new coffee table...),
but I'm afraid now isn't really a good time, I'm afraid there's no such thing as a really
I have myself to push and shove,
But who did I seek of?
The soul, mind, and body finally connect as one,
And so it is my duty to rise and shine like the sun,
Throughout the past year,
my beauty has grown upon me.
I've been able to look in a mirror,
and grin because I can accept what I see.
My art has become a way of expression,
and given me a sense of peace.
one
Sometimes, there are last Christmases, last birthdays, last goodbyes.
And sometimes, you don't know that that's what they are until they've gone by.
two
Is it ignorance or focus to not search?
The last stage of starvation or fullness
when I don’t feel a hunger anymore?
Loss or rejection of appetite when I do not thirst?
it was anonymous, her name was never said, but i knew, my pain knew, without finishing the Message:
because We
had spoken about it before, my voice burning with love
I'm not quite sure what it was, or when for that matter, but I began to bloom, so slow that it was not easily visible, and so foreign that it was almost unrecognizable. I began to see stars and galaxies when I looked in my own eyes and I beg
They say high school is the best time of your life
But it made me hate myself
I compared myself relentlesly
To my friends who always seemed superior
I thought they had it all together
I fell in love with his tragedy the way summer comes
The retreat of the sun only breeding vulnerability
coercing me, importuning me,
to surmise my sole worth in this wretched world was to be enough for him
It's been a long four years, each dwindling to an end a little faster than before.My last may be my last but it's all still just a first,Years and months of friends and then none.
As I sit by
I recall the dark
All the tears that I could not shed
In the desert park
No life around
No signs at all
I've stayed strong
For so long
I love my growth
The world is changing.
For better, or for worse?
Last year people seemed to overlook me
In my surroundings I felt cursed
What did I done wrong? I asked
I received no answer, so I wore a mask
I wanna let me thoughts flow,
From my mind, to the page, I'm just tryna let you all know
That I'm fucked up in the head,
My happiness is dead,
It left with the bestie...
Life's really starting to test me.
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
I am Unconsciously Apologetic.
For my heavily melanin skin.
For my intelligence.
For my stutter.
For my awkwardness.
For my southern accent.
For my choice to give manifest to God.
January of last year I thought the idea
of loving myself was inconceivable.
I was in a black hole, consumed
by the hatred I brought upon myself.
Love does not hurt.
And if it does,
It shouldn't.
Those who say love hurts
Are the ones who have lost
A love that made them whole.
Those who are in a painful love
Have likely lost the love
Love does not hurt.
And if it does,
It shouldn't.
Those who say love hurts
Are the ones who have lost
A love that made them whole.
Those who are in a painful love
Have likely lost the love
Sometimes I feel like the little girl inside of me is screamingScreaming because she’s hurting & doesn’t know how to communicate why or how she’s hurtingScreaming because she wants attentionScreaming just because
A year ago I wasn’t the person I am today
A year ago I would shout and scream at the top of my lungs
A year ago I was in a shell of doubt and hatred
A year ago I was sheltered and alone
This year I am a new soul
I will Constantly Grow
A year ago… I was finding myself.
I fell in love with another soul.
I stand in the mirror
And shiver a little
Analyzing every detail
Admiring it all
This is who I am
This is who I love
This is me
And I am glad to be
I just needed a friend
Dark and dim in the closet
No room to breathe
I was suffocating
No one was able to see
Shy, excited, and turning into a lady
This year, my life flipped 180
I was admitted into ASB
O the sights I will see!
Nervous and shaky
he was so bright
God, he was bright
he made my skin burn when he touched it
he made my heart race,
air so thick I couldn't get a breath
like the hottest day of mid-July.
yes, he was bright
You're down because you've been changing in ways you had never hoped nor planned
The years have gone by and as you look back you scrutinize your mistakes that you can't stand
I don’t think you can disappoint me,
At least not easily.
*sigh*
I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone
Who believes that every hope is a gun.
See, society has taught us that everyone is beautiful in their own way
You know, except the ones with no thigh gaps and no chiseled cheeks
The ones who don’t have collar bones or a flat tummy
My whole life has been leading up to this class-this moment.
I am in AP Art.
I’ve made it.
I’m one of the strong ones, holding tight through the current
Clear sky and open hearts.
Cloudless minds and worlds of art.
Floating here I see my fate,
Up upon that golden gate.
I see it here I see it now
My minds got me convinced that I'm scared of the silence , so I sit here with the music off.
My minds got me convinced that I'm scared of feeling alone, so I set my phone to airplane mode.
There will always be traffic but stay in your lane, focus on YOUR destination, i promise it will keep you sane. & youll grow from it to , making you "the better" you that you have always wished and hoped to come true.
My Vanity,
Is turning to extremity.
I'd say its a necessity.
The best damn part of me,
it's like I won the lottery.
Of all the insecurities,
mine is an impurity.
Have you got the cure for me?
the thing is… sometimes self harm isn’t about pain, it’s about things that last and things that dont.
Growing up with a challenge like no other.
Too "white" to be black they told me.
My articulation gave them room for discrimination.
I wasn't too "ghetto" enough for their liking
Britt Haefeli
Darlin’
Darlin’ take a deep breath and think
The cold sharp steel you hold
Won’t fight the cold and life won't be better
I woke up to you stirring in your sleepTurned my back to you in disgust because of the fight a few hours before where my heart borespilled out my emotions to keep youfrom turning out our lights Everythings going to be alright Back to sleep I went
I weigh 111.4 pounds.
I am 5’6, lanky,
And my hips are neither too wide
Nor too thin.
two o’clock in the morning.
your tired voice is reaching for mine
through the telephone wire.
and this is all i know
you needing me
and me
being given,
but something about my name
Bare feet, dewy grass, pumping legs; wind whistling in my ears, whispering secrets I cannot catch.
Loathsome dread as I stare at yet another photo of myself.
I look in the mirror
Staring at the unshapely form of my body
The long arms
And the chubby fingers
The scattered freckles
The accidental scar on my leg
And the not so accidental scars everywhere else
The reflection
wants me to die.
The reflection
wants me to starve.
The Reflection
wants to be loved.
The Reflection
wants to change.
The reflection
wants to be changed.
She came and went.
as if it were easy
for all of us
to stand back and
watch.
Faster, slower, stop.
the water continued
dripping
collecting
cascading towards
There is a room
And in this room there are two boxes
One box is big and the other box is small,
Impossibly small,
And you take a step forward
To look at these boxes.
It took me 18 years18 years of living here and there in the U.S.To begin to love who I amWhere I come fromTo not be embarrassedTo love my peopleTo embrace being LatinaTo understand being ChicanaAnd in 18 yearsI have become someone 14 year old me w
rough patches on skin, bumps around eyes, discoloration
they look like little countries
little cities live in my little countries,
with little buildings and little homes
Red
Blood of friends lost to hate
Passion for what she can create
From the hurt of being too late
At least that wasn’t her fate
I’ve been lonely lately,
in a steady state of decay, feeling
like I’m not really living, just
killing time.
My body is shipwrecked,
too much water in my lungs, too many cracks
Sometimes I feel like dying inside,
other times I feel as if the world is my oyster and I am simply creating a line
in some gigantic storybook where I am a minor character.
Some nights, I sip on my coffee
And scribble down words
With my ink-stained hands
Those are the nights
When I do not need the water
To feel like drowning
Because those are the nights
How far will you go for loveFirst maybe just a kiss then a hug but as emotions being to tugyour heart becomes a little looserHoping you'll never have to hear the truth of the matter
I want to see more buff guys holding butterflies and wearing beautiful garments,
unfathomed that it could ever tamper their masculinity. Love your femininity or
masculinity unconditionally.
The human body is a beautifully constructed collection of natures vast oceans,
many diverse landscapes,
and boasting sunsets.
I used to believe the evil
I had no reason to fly
I did not believe that i had wings
Someone tucked them in deep
I am convinced the plan was never for them to be found
I used to believe the ohana
For all my favorite Roses Born into tragedy; she is celebrated, adored, nurtured, envied, blessed - she is beaten, sacrificed, scrutinized, enslaved, damned -
When you feel that breeze on a Sunday,When you feel the world flowing,There is a feeling of peace. When you wake up to the sunlight's kisses,When you stay up to the night's rhythm and blues, There is a feeling of harmony. When you lose to a fami
Dear nine yr old me You are a Nubian princess Wear your hair Dark and lovely A crown of curly wool On top of your head Do not pale in comparison To the brighter or whiter Your skin radiates Glows as bright as the night sky Above a flourishing Ede
You are a good thing.
You are the poems that you devour and that you dream of creating.
You are every piece of art that you love,
You are a piece of art.
he never loved me
that's me admitting
he never stayed
i wanted committing
his actions were cruel
but they were forgiving
his leaving
was my beginning
Our universive is gigantic
The fact that planet Earth is only a tiny speck of dust on an infinity that we will never discover.
We want to know everything, we shouldn’t!
I love you.
Everyone says you have to wait for the right time to say it.
That’s more of an opinion, but here’s the fact.
I love you.
As a kid I often picked dandelions
Because I loved to watch them fly away.
As an adult I always picked the pretty girl
I'm not perfect but I'm real
They tell me how I should feel but what works for you drowns me
And what's right for you ain't right for me
So just let me do me and I'll let you do you
Society tried to trap me, trick me.
Laid out a treacherous trail. But I'm wiser,
I'm learning,
on my best days im a man of soul and on my worst, only human,
only growing every day
I open my mouth with words ready to express
All that escapes are jagged chokes that fade into the atmosphere.
She verbally slaps me with those same chokes
He glares at me with his once warm eyes.
"Why are you crying," he asked, as she splayed out on the ground.
"I never saw this coming, I always thought he would be around."
"Believe in yourself, child, that is all that you need.
When you're young and naive
You see all these beautiful things
And you want to believe
That you are beautiful too.
When you are young and kind
You see the lost souls
And can't leave them behind.
There is nothing better
than spiritual convergence with the physical.
When my mind wanders
unknowingly into the deepest
Parts of itself.
Thank you mommy
Thank you daddy
For teaching me that my curls are beautiful
Thank you mommy
Thank you daddy
For teaching me that my dark skin was crafted by Him
You're so pretty!
Your face is beat!
Oh my God! You're hilarious!
I love compliments. Conceited much?
No. I'm quite Precarious.
When I was young I hated the summer
Sweat, tight clothes, overflowing out of stiff shorts
Sucking in, holding my breath
Standing up stiff and straight- I couldn't wait to be underwater
Where no one could see me
i do not have the might
to gather my makeshift wings of paper maché and tacky glue
and leave this cardboard labyrinth with one entrance
because the minotaur is my only friend here
and i am not your drowning icarus.
They ask me what I could never do without
and I am tempted to say a name or a place
But I realize now what I could not survive without
I met a boy
He saw purple and red stripes
He told me a story
About how his fist
Was always kissing bricks
And as romantic as it was
He had to quit
So instead
He spread a story about himself
In magenta, black and elf felt green
A
I need a different kind of love story...
Okay, so here's the synopsis:
A girl meets a boy
And then questions her self worth
When he looks her up and down
And his eyes pause on her short skirt
I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror
The reflection staring back at me raised an eyebrow and groaned -
honey you look a mess
Time now for ghosts
who are grand reminders
of the lessons we learned from
our thoughtful mistakes.
They can follow us through our homes
and out the door
and onto the next.
I would like to grow more fond of my company, after all,
lonliness is the only emotion that isn't fleeting.
We spend our time, money, energy, effort
we spend everything we have, hoping to somehow discover
Wants and needs
Aimless seeds
Planted, but only
One would grow.
Only
One would bloom.
The distance,
The isolation,
The earthly man
On the moon.
Coded in the lights
Like Moriss
Our bodies are not temples,
I will not be invaded as such.
We are ecosystems.
Made of grit, and blood
and change.
Packed with multitudes of intricacy,
we love like gushing streams.
His hazel eyes can only see so much
But he has no clue, i live in this ditch
Where there lies pain and disgust, tears and
perhaps one day it will either break me or mend.
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Show me the face that holds all the pain
That has once seen it all
The face that knows all the ways of bane
Show me this face
This face that the sun competes with to shine
Some days I long to be like the ocean
Gently drifting in a world of deep blue
And exotic life forms.
The crest of my waves protect me from the terrors of hate
And even at low tide
I am still loved.
True Love
There are lots of kinds of love
Platonic
Romantic
Familial
Love you have for your pets
Your favorite band
Yourself
Love is something special
Alone on a desert island,
Or the middle of the sea;
Atop a snow-covered mountain,
Or wherever I might be,
My faith in God, the great I Am
Is all I need to see me through,
For what I need to survive,
"Why did you cut your hair?"
"Heat damage." I'd say. In reality I was hiding behind the volume of my mane. I was tired of answering to the other girls,thought it was better to cut my curls.
I was once a caterpillar Trapped in my cacoon It was time for me to break free But I didn't budge My wings were stagnant My song was silenced Deep down you can hear my inner crying It took longer than the average to let myself free But change is e
The phrase, “culture and tradition are the enemies of evolution” is the modern artists excuse to erase what had been before, and impose themselves on the works of life. Such misery!
Today, I will enjoy it.I will enjoy my coffee.I won't think about everything that bothers me,Or troubles me.I will enjoy sitting on my bed,Waiting for the flood of light to enter the room.
Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud.
Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love
but
not
allowed
to
love
ourself?
I can’t bare to utter the words I LOVE YOU.because the time I did, those words became a door mat.My emotions seemed to say WELCOME. And my heart was a dot with no lock.
Happiness was as unattainable as the blooming of my favorite flower in winter.
Enjoying my life was far fetched.
It didn’t make sense to have hope in the future,
You’ve held me back for so long
Now I’m so alive
Without you I thought I’d fall
But look!
Just watch
I’m flying
When I thought about my life,
I knew I couldn’t live without
My friends, my family, my love
And all my things, scattered about.
Except my world has quickly crashed,
I used to reach for the old
And I do still at times
New is important too though
New can be scary
I'm scared
Scared of what's to come
Scared of what has happened
Scared of what is happening
Scared of what could happen
I HATE that I remember random facts about you
Like what your laugh sounds like
Your favorite food
Your drink of choice
I HATE that the memories we made have yet to vanish
I HATE what has become of us
If it were offered,
A real second chance,
Would you sign on,
For a backward glance?
To correct your errors,
Clean up the mistakes,
To avoid the costly pitfalls,
Every one of us makes?
I am a black girl with sensual hips and full lips I am a black girlwith a secret language i am a proud black girlwhat it means to be a black girl one within this sacred sisterhoodone with naturei am a black girl learning the ropes you cannot brea
The first time she fell in love
was when she saw a piece of paper
and felt an urge to spill her heart out.
She wrote new realities because hers
weren't so sweet.
She sees the world as it is:
I am a seed
about to break free.
stretching my roots outaward,
toward water,
toward sunlight.
I am a sapling
learning to thrive.
on my own,
opening my eyes.
I am a tree
Things have changed, she now does things differently What's done in the past shouldn't be brought up again my future is left all up to me In the mirror she stills sees the same person But in the inside it's completely different The old her is
I am a dreamer.
I have big aspirations
But I don't know where to start.
I'm working on this.
I love me
But I hate me.
I'm torn between who I am,
And who I know I can be.
Who am I?
I am the starving artist.
I am what I create.
I am the idea,
the draft,
the rendered piece,
the carefully calculated patterns,
the fabric meticulously selected,
She is the girl.
The girl who would rather be known as the girl who never fell in love
Than the girl who fell in love
Only to fall on her face
Who won't try because she might fail
She sits in the room, with nothing to say,
The kids make fun of her features and hair
And she wonders, why they treat her this way?
When ‘all men are equal’.. And it’s not fair
The photos you see of me are not me
I wish you could see the me that I see
No filters, no captions, no hashtags, just me
The truly authentic version of me
That Valencia filter cannot disguise
Courage. One word to describe who I am; courage.
Never let fear be a factor in your decision making. This statement is so much easier said than done. But reminding yourself of it constantly, will be the beginning of change.
I could pass an hour telling youwhat’s wrong with me, delving
into every nook of my weaknesses, every
cranny between my ribs. I could pass a day, if
I am broken.Broken free of expectations,free of who I thought I wanted to be.Had to be.Demands I put upon myself,wrapped myself up in,cocooned myself into this creature I didn’t recognize.
I AM Not
I AM Micah K.
I AM first an American American girl but, Im not destined to be beauty and brains.
I AM a person created through stereotypes.
I am...
Imperfectly Perfect
I have flaws and defects
I am the number one reject
But I am happy
Because I see
The beauty
Within me
It took many years
With amundent tears
I began on a rainy, cold fall night.
I was an ‘accident.’
The shaking hands and rage encompassed shock of my mother.
The free money and sedentary existence of my father.
My imperfections
They lie beneath
Veins and arteries and flesh
I have locked them behind
The solidified bars of my ribs
They reach out through the spaces
And try to lock lips with confidence
I am the beat of my heart
fighting the wind of the fan at
two in the morning
the heartbeat is a reminder.
whenever I'm dead because of the thoughts
that often pop up
I am afraid but courageous
I wonder if I departed, would it go unnoticed
I hear the silence of a million conversations
I see light dancing with darkness
I want to believe that I am enough
-I went through a season of roaming.
appeared as a tornado in the sand
Rotating while in orbit,
a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
Carry your family like
burlap sacks of rice
Gather your history with
calloused palms like cotton
Prick the tips of
your fingers
on the splintered pine
of your family tree
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
Depression is my comfort zone and I don't want to leave her.
She makes me feel safe.
She is my security that I will have someone to come back to when everyone leaves.
Call me the names
the slurs
the words
the out-of-text toe curlers
Don't be shy
take it I can take it
not to
but not too hard
Not to
not too feathery
not to brag but my
I am my own two cents.
When I hit the ground runnin' the devil says, "Oh shit!"
Never bite my tongue while I'm chasing the setting sun.
Because it ain't over 'til I say its done.
I am my biggest enemy.
in the first moment that she breathes, she is that of the supernatural
by three, she is all that is the universe
there is space dust in her bones and galaxies in her blood
Within my body
marked on my arms
Lies these dark lines
That are called scars
I did it once
And thought I'd stop
But then I kept going
And couldn't get enough
There’s something glorious about being a woman
Like the feel of Saturday mornings when you don’t have to go anywhere
And the sky is painted with lilacs and periwinkle and you wonder
“Why do I ever go to Sunday school
I look into the mirror
Confused and blue.
Where is the girl that I once knew?
She is hiding
Deep
Underneath my skin
What I wouldn't give
To see her again.
She is bubbly
Curious
"Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat."
She smelled of Abuelita hot chocolate
Rich and dark and spiced with cinnamon
Always took up more than her fair share of room
Hips swaying back and forth like they were playing tag with the wind
Everythng Is AWESOME!
It's a New Day!
A Time to Refres and Be a Greater You!
Yes, meaning that GREAT is Already in YOU!
Everything is AWESOME!
Me - Him - Her - YOU!
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
The thing about her
was her power to love.
She never saw herself,
but she saw others.
Always willing to give love,
but rarely gave it to herself.
In the act of trying to love everyone else,
A penny for your thoughts...
Though your thoughts are worth so much more.
Pot them with love;
water them them with kindness,
and everything you want
will come to you as you grow
taller and taller
It's like my thoughts grow outta my head;
every curl contains every word I done said
every song I done heard
every book I done read
And that hate and pain is like shea butter
You look at me and say "I want that'
I look at you and say "I want that"
But why can't we look in the mirror and say "I like that?"
Instead of saying I wouldn't mind a little less
Within myself, I hold a universe.
Silent. Darkened eternity.
Stars and galaxies seem distant and far
As you naviage the empy planes
And cold and desolate
Planets that may have once held life
You see, the problem is I have treated you as if you are the sun. And you are not the sun. My life does not depend on you, you are not in any way crucial to my survival.
Photos of perfect people #Filter
Photos of perfect bodies #Filter
Photos of perfect models #Filter
I do no think these photos embody
the beauty of a sleepy smile, or the yawn of somebody you love
i had taken 50 tylenol, in intervals of five on april 2ndapril 2nd, because i felt that april 1st would be a day too cruel to get a call from your child's school
I am imperfectlopsided smilea single dimpled cheekan abundance of freckles and blemishescrooked spinethe scars that are scattered amongst my body tell my story
The clock curdles past midnight,
Cradles the blinking colon and starts swaying,
Starts praying for more merciful numbers,
Filters on photographs
hide so many things
like the freckles on my nose
and the acne on my cheeks
Filters on my words
hide the real me
how I sometimes cuss like a sailor
People talk about me and it used to bother me
they said I was annoying
they said I was loud
and weird
In the middle there was something, a queen or a king,
From the beginning to the ending, they made everything,
Me being a part of that, my construction is exact,
I have freckled cheeks and chapped lips.
I have never known what to do with my hair,
and I'm sure I sweat my makeup off before lunch everyday.
I am not pretty.
Because pretty is a flower,
I don't understand why everybody cares so much.
Look at me!
I am tall.
I am big.
I am loud.
I am strong.
Where is the problem?
Listen to me!
I am smart.
I am brave.
I don't recognize my own reflection anymore.
That sad, broken girl in the mirror can't be me, can it?
How did this happen?
How do I fix this?
That's it. No more selfies.
No more selfies will I post,
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night
Mad
She’s a match that’s quick to light
that’s not hard to put out.
Short tempered, but quick to forgive.
Merciful
Insecure
She’s a puppy in a pack of wolves
When I look in the mirrorI am disgusted
Turn Tilt Smile Move on
Not a piece feels rightArms too longMouth too smallHair too straight
Big things can come in small packagaes
I'm above average
I stand five feet
Not easy to defeat
A worthy opponent, watch and see
Increasing my seratonin, I bask in the Vegas rays
"Just be yourself."
I've heard that line a thousand times
Which self? The one that gets me admiration and respect,
or the one who swings between lows and elation,
My flaws have no limit
I am infinite
Infinite as the knowledge bestowed
Upon me
I am the rhythm, jazz, rap and blues
Behind the filter is a girl
A girl who has been through the hells of growing up
Behind the filter is insecurities
Insecurities the girl doesn't allow to define her
Behind the filter is compassion
There's a funny little saying
You are what you eat
So watch what you eat cause
You are what you eat
Can't have fast food
You're fat
Can't have that cookie
That's sugar
Today we are told to be thinner, eat less, work out more; that our beauty has a standard we need to brace ourselves for.
I am not an ultimatum.
I am not a second option.
I am not a backup plan.
I was born from a latent warrior.
Her strength took time to bloom.
I am the flower that grew without rain.
I am like a notebook
with blank pages of uncertainty
and past mistakes never completely erased.
The spiraled edge will break with too much inside,
yet I can't add more space.
I am not delicate but I will wear pink.
I am not frightened but I will cover my eyes at a horror movie.
I am young but that does not mean I have a blind eye.
I am female but that does not make me weak.
Eyes hold lies
Ears hold lies
It is not only the mouth that holds lies
Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
I stay the same underneath,
What my selfie seems to be.
Whether on or offline
My smile stays the same.
I am the player,
And Instagram's the game.
Underneath the clothes and shining light.
i am
smart
kind
funny
compassionate
and if given the chance
i would change nothing.
not my hair
or my body
or my situation.
they are what make me
i am composed of my
I am more than the 4C type
It does not get me where I’m going in life
The kinkiness does not exemplify what I am capable of
Just how I present myself out of love
An apology is much overdue
For all the harm I've caused;
More so with the harsh words,
Which daily fell from my tongue.
The cuts and bruises once came
From being young, wild, and free.
Who am I? I'm no one
I'm someone, that no one sees
I'm outgoing
And I'm "here"
So why do I feel invisable?
Because my name isn't my name
My face doesn't look how it should
Lack of confidence
that is your immortal enemy
No one doubts yourself more than you
Somehow you cannot outrun these thoughts
They are just there
Ready to kick you when you are down
I am made
Entirely of flaws
But make
No
Assumptions
I am still
PERFECT
I am the goddess of my own domain
With the ability to change the world
She may not be the very definition of beauty but her self-restrained chaos unravels all connotations of the word.
She’s more than a number, more than a status.
In a world of never ending can’ts, won’ts, shouldn’ts,
It's taken my entire life
A roll down a hill and a swim through a lake
Wide swings around wooded paths behind the trees and looking off towards the tracks
Is it natural? Yup
You're telling me there's no weave or extensions? Yup
Well then you must be part white or something? Nope
Seriously, you're fully African American? Yup
But,you have a perm then? Nope
"Hey fat ass, big booty, bring it over here.
We want to make our point to you very clear.
That butt makes you ugly, short and stout.
Oh, dont start crying, why dont you hear me out?
I don't think I'm flawlessI have never loved my bodyAnd I know I have a shitty personalityBut I do think I am flawless
Pussy
Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
We all attempt to know ourselves.
As people, we are born and the process begins.
Exploration of body and mind,
Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes,
We search for answers.
Standing in front of the mirror,
Just myself
And I.
I love the girl staring back at me from behind the glass.
Strong thighs,
Brown eyes,
Every flaw and ounce of fat,
Is me.
Mirror girl, mirror girl
Always in the back row
Of the room or the bus or the chapel
If I draw aside, draw aside the curtain
Would I see you?
Find you in your hiding place
Your hiding place
One
It is about time you realized that you are black
you still don’t know what that means
But one day you will
And you will never have felt more beautiful or misunderstood
your cruel words slam into me like a trainwreck
attaching themselves to my every thought
they soon become a part of my being
tattooed, exposed, unsettling
i slowly peel off the layers
with help from friends
“Hello I am “Purpose” I would like to talk to you. About what you and I are suppose to do. Now listen to me now and do what I say. Now that you and I are on our way to the top of the world to be an important person.
He told me to contain my hair.
To pull the reins on my paradise.
He said "They won't stop staring."
He couldn't understand the mutiny.
I had a Garden of Eden growing from my roots.
Those poor girls, this poor me
trying to navigate womanhood
not knowing which way to look,
i never had your heart, you never placed it in my hands.
but i just want you to know that i could handle it.
not that you'd ever decide i'm strong enough to, but just in case you ever wondered.
The first time it happens, I'm nine years old, and my mother says we need to go on a diet.She says we, but she means you, and I know, I know, I know --
If everyone started loving themselves,There would be a lot less hate in the world.Just think of how much better you would feelIf every time you put yourself downYou thought of something positive instead.
Dear lord forgive me for I have sinned, a girl has a effected where my thoughts have been taken in.
Pretty smile and eyes I could stare at for more than just awhile.
When it comes to my size, people assume things
"I don't exercise, I eat too much, I eat poorly, I don't care what people think"
Well that is damn wrong.
Valentines day is a day of love
an artificial holiday.
Overall I had a great Valentines.
And sure it sucks seeing all of the "cute" couples being in love
When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than mea world of happiness previously unseen was discoveredbecause somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and timeI was taught to despise myself
A product of my generation
The product of hate
It's poisoning our water supplies, our children, our lives
Its not a product of man
Its not a product of woman
It's the story of our ancestors
I do not wear your skinny jeansNor your tight tube topsOr Hollister shirts.I do not succumbTo your “perfection”Your rulesYour life.You may be frightenedTo break the shell they put you in
Every time another outfit is ruined by the dress code,
I hear somebody say this:
"OMG, why can't girls wear tank tops?
It was as a child I learned I was happy. There was only the present moment, and there was never any pressure, no ideals to conform to, no desire to impress.
Growing. That's a scary thing to do.
We don't realize that every day we change, little nuances in the way we move or speak.
The way we cross the street.
Rebel girl,
you are the queen of my world.
Twirl it round and round.
We aren't falling down.
Rebel girl,
stand tall.
No need to scream and shout,
no need to ever pout.
Don’t reveal I’m soft insideMake them believe I’m hard and dryIf I don’t venture to show myself.They will believe I’m something else.
You know Oprah wasn’t the only one who had to fight
Because all my life I had to fight
I’ve had to fight the evil glares of people judging me
All because of my kinky hair,
People staring at my curvy hips
I dot the foundation on the uneven areas of my skin, like I’ve seen my sister Rose do. Figuring out the uneven areas isn’t hard, since my cappuccino birthmark is not the same pecan tan tone as my skin.
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
THIS ONE IS FOR ME: WE NEED TO GIVE OURSELVES A LITTLE LOVE AT TIMES.
Came home from an exhausting day on the job
Dogs barking greeting you we step in the hood.
everybody knows anybody
It is cold here,
but my throat burns with anguish and self-hatred.
My body failed more than it was appreciated.
A beautiful, red ribbon holds me to the ground.
What I wanted was a life normal to every other
I fell victim to the mirror, the rest just makes me shutter
I quit making friends, and made my body crumble
Every meal was a war, magazines made me stumble
Crawling out of her cracked shell of skin, she is
writhing against the body that gives her life.
Too tight! Too tight! she shrieks, suffocating
in her prison and dreaming of bursting free -
We are so much more than what you see in the videos on TV
We are so much more than the rocks on our chain
Or the chronic smoke that clouds our brain
We are so much more than the sagging of our pants
Life is a game of chance like rolling the dice Life is not all fun and games there are things you have to sacrifice You can’t dance your way through situations you have to pay a price I have many things on my plate; as a result I am full of life W
Please don’t feel alone,
For there are people surrounding you with their love.
Please don’t beat yourself down,
For you could reach for the stars.
Please don’t harm yourself,
In my time of need, words rushed me
Incoherent and strangled words
Fearful and swarming in my mind
So I took them into my hand
And stuffed them into my pocket
They became scattered and sullied
