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I am a troublemaker;
You've always known that.
If I told you different, I'd be a faker.
So just know know that I won't be your doormat.
Keep Your Faith,
That This Is Something Great,
Despite What You See,
Know That Meditation Is The Key,
All You Got To Do Is,
Believe Letgo And Feel Free,
This Is Something Everyone Wants To Be,
Your Perfect,
Never Let Anyone
Say Your Not Worth It,
Do Your Best,
Forget About The Rest,
Keep Your Head Up,
And Never Give Up,
Regardless Of The Battles,
You Might Have To Go Though,
Made fun of?
Laughed at, stared, and most of all
is the fact of knowing your being judged.
Be stronger,
forget that sad you,
STAY AWAY!!!! from that corner.
Thinking to yourself ,
I never knew how everything was going,
Of that or an unknowing,
Now that sea
Was never meant for me.
It was never occuring
Much rather blurring
Can I always feel doubt
Or is it about
You?
The stage
Where smoothly stuttering movements
Are their own brand of finesse,
Is the stage upon which I wish to waltz
For the rest of my
Audaciously authentic,
Dazzling days.
The body that u live in doesn't define your mind
The amount of fat and no fat on you doesn't define who u are
Your thoughts your actions and your words describe your personality
You owe an heart of gold
my silence isa knot in my throattied so tightlyaround every chordthat I can barely breathe
my silence isa tongue so twistedthat each wordcomes out sloppilyslurred and incoherent
For the girl who doesn't have everything...
You don't need to buy fancy clothes.
You don't need to be popular.
You don't need to have a lot of friends.
You don't need to fit in.
It was a wild night, even you agree;Under this Blue Moon, we dress in fashion;Whether we are rich or poor, gold or green;This night is just a human creation; Illuminate our so-called status now;Tonight, Leo's at Mars, so come with us;Let's party,
First off, lemme just say this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do
And least of all people, who would’ve thought it had to be to you.
You are the true definition of a ride or die
Hiding from other children
Once a precious treasure
Glistening dumplings
Seafood soups
Marinated meats
Tempt breaks my heart,
As we are forced to part.
I abandon myself.
There once was girl
Oh, so bright
Who used to smile each day
She’d smile in laughter
Smile in joy
And even smile when grey
For smiling was her safety blanket
A cover for the pain
Everyday, I wake up
Wishing this day will be good
Tellig myself
You gonna get through it
But am I able?
Cuz when I see how people are
I just want to vomit
Not all of them, of course
I may not be an angel
Not trying to be the best
I'm ripped at every angle
I've failed all life's tests
Weak in the morning
Broken till the night
There's fear alarming
We are frantic, unguarded, constantly anxious, forever-troubled,
either too-loving or too-lusting, always showing-off, moment-capturing,
obsessed romantically, very fragile, in agony from broken hearts, image-driven,
He sits so close,
but the silence turns the inches into miles and
every slight noise causes an avalanche in my chest
as I wait for him to say something.
Anxious Reticence.
I have changed so much.
I should have realized from the start.
That your powerful words of discrimination are tearing me apart.
Favoritism for my white cousin are abundantly clear.
Compliment's galore you gifted them year after year.
Heart Breaking
Tear Inducing
My world stopped when you left
Sleepless Nights
Numb Feelings
I couldn’t pick myself back up
I wanted to forget
I wanted to stop existing
All together
When she was growing
I realized when she was growing
Not by the way her face seemed to angle
The Creative arts,
They reach out to her
They tell her she’s not alone.
The Empty spaces,
They reach out to her
BANG! POW! KABOOM!
Words exclaiming from
fragile comic book pages.
wrapped in cape
much too large,
although the tag claims “one size fits all”.
Mind wondering, dreaming
Life that was given to you
Outlined by the unique things
Very noticable actions done for yourself
Enjoying the world at all costs
To my palm sweating, nerve crashing whore:
Storms aren’t always what they may perceived to be
A devotion your yellow aura may reach in every direction, arms spread with longitude, tangled,
Yet a bliss
Can it be changed? mended? altered? no.Do i worry? bite? tap?yes.Feel miserable? uninterested? Still?yes.
But why do I do this?But why do I waste my energy being sad, mad, uncomfortable, upset?
The darkness echoed all around me,
My failures questioning what I could be.
If history was destined to repeat,
My self-doubt would make me retreat.
When someone is bound to fail,
Hidden within the crevasses on my infinite mind.
Disguised as my voice he patiently awaits,
striking only when most opportune
On days of insecurity and inferiority
only then he would come create chaos.
Body, forgive me.
The poking and prodding I’ve inflicted upon you. I’ve wasted hours standing in front of glass prisons, my self esteem hidden behind bars made of stereotypes and a broken society,
Body, forgive me.
I will always love you
Even when the sun does not shine tomorrow
I will love you the next day and everyday after that
Your the one I want to be consumed with
Wake up with and Go to sleep with
ME:
I'm alone and I feel like I should feel worse but no matter how hard I cry
I don't feel pain
I'm alone but I feel more alive
I can sit and I can breathe and I can watch
So I thought I knew everything…
Growing up taught me lessons I should know
A high school diploma was just nothing to show
Momma was proud when I walked with a degree, I’m sure
Life is tough,
but we can do it, if we believe.
Don't listen to anybody's voice,
But your own.
Please say, that you will not give up.
You have to try so the light can shine through,
At the verge of losing control, a dagger, enters my chest, sent from his eyes, filled with indifference, one tear, no feelings, poison gushing from his lips—
Breathe.
i left myself up
because of the
LOVE I HAVE IN ME
I won't fail because i know
I HAVE LOVE IN ME
LOVE KEEPS ME GOING
LOVE KEEPS ME HIGH
LOVE IS WITH IN ME
Oh hi who am i ? oh I’m no one often said by some kid in a classroom somewhere around the world. Who feels invisible, unnoticed, unwanted. Their faces forever lost in the crowd that is a ocean of people.
YOU
YOU ARE THE THE SKY
THE BEAUTIFUL SKY
SKY WITH RAINBOWS AND THUNDERSTORMS
AND THESE PEOPLE
THEY ARE THE CLOUDS
SOME BLACK SOME WHITE
BUT THEY ARE JUST CLOUDS
mirror, mirror on the wall
let the image i see fall
let me see what's underneath
hidden beside by insecurities
let me be mended, restored, repaired
rid me of despair; even if it strips me bare.
Why can't you see that I'm okay?
Why do you keep trying?
Why do you turn away?
Why must I keep lying?
Why do you even ask?
When you know, I'm hiding behind a mask.
I AM BLACK AND I AM PROUD
The color of my skin
The way i walk and talk
Offend you i am sorry i cant change that
I wont go undercover to please you
I wont change the tone of my voice
Scrolling and mindlessly Judging
Zooming in and Scrutinizing
mindlessly Scrolling and Judging
Jeering and Sharing
Scrolling and
Discovery
I'm just a girl that craves intangible things
Like love
A love that sees past my flaws
And imperfections
You see, beauty fades but we are infinite
Am I pretty now?
You told me I need makeup,
You can hardly tell it is me anymore,
Am I pretty now?
You said I needed to lose some weight,
Well i have, now I'm anorexic,
Am I pretty now?
Dear Reflection,
When I look at you I see FEAR.
I see that you DO NOT know the STRENGTH in your SOUL.
You share the worry lines of POVERTY in your face.
The dark eyes of SLEEPLESS nights.
Dear little girl, It's okay, no need to fear. You were meant to be here. Your contemplation and hesitation Don't let it cloud you; don't let it drown you.Just do what you do; be you. One day you'll have all the fun.One day you won't have
Dear, Stranger
it's 7am and i'm shaking
because your soul is so cold
darling you take my pride away
when you sexualize me
i am not a doll
so don't dress me
don't take away my opinion
You fickle thing,
You keep on looking,
For your reflection in others,
Anxiously sending out,
Clouded rays of light to broken mirrors,
When will you see,
That the light reflected,
Perhaps, I’m hidden.Trying not to show up.Somehow, like Renoir’s painting of the hidden girl.It reflects my shadows.It also reflects the sorrowWithin my heart. My heart is burning And I can see the and senseThe fire.
To the girl from two years ago,
You do not need to be afraid,
For there are worse things to fear
Than the darkness that shows
In the middle of the day.
to my Self,
you have always been,
are,
and will continue to be,
perfect in your imperfections.
You are human,
and you are as beautiful as the cosmos.
to my Skin,
I need closure.
Set some things straight.
I was insecure and vulnerable, and no, I don't want to go on a date.
Why do you taunt me?
Stupid, silly, fate.
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.
My skin isn't pretty.
Painted, ruined like graffiti.
Peel back the skin,
And all I find is more melanin.
It's dark and tainted.
Dear Oppressor,
I would like you to thank you.
Your mind may be orchestrating millions of ideas on why I would be saying thanks.
Why would she thank her oppressor? Is she crazy?
Dear Christina,
Why?
Why didn’t you think?
Why were you so mean?
Why were you so harsh on yourself?
Dear Christina,
Why?
Why didn’t you think?
Why were you so mean?
Why were you so harsh on yourself?
Dear Society,
I am not the only toy in your box that feels this way,
But I refuse to lie off to the side
Waiting for you to return and play.
Remember when you loved me,
Ya keep callin'
Keep callin
I won't answer
To these lames
playin' games
I think they messed up
Shes looking like a vision
A work of art
She on a mission
Call her the new
And improved
Kim possible
Cuz
she unattainable
Getting uh house soon
And that ferrari too
Dear Self,
Would you believe me if I said that you were beautiful?
Would you give yourself a chance to be something more than a cruel?
You’re in your senior year of high school
So close.Close enough to admire the part in your hair, Close enough to study the creases of your face, From years of laug
Sincerely, Me
This is all you need to know.
You are known for literally nothing.
I do not believe anyone should ever say that
You have a purpose.
The truth is,
It’s because I love you,
That I would make you cry.
And that’s why
I’m your greatest ally.
It’s because I love you,
Because I love you, he says as he makes me cut class
Because I love you, he says as he isloates me from friends
Because I love you, he says as he breaks my phone
Because I love you, he says as he pushes me against a wall
Because I Love you,
I think of you everyday.
I care about what you say,
Sometimes your words hurt.
Make me feel like dirt,
But I know you mean well
Love is the little things that happen,
like when you see a smile on their face,
or when their eyes sparkle while they talk,
or when their presence makes your day better.
Becasue I Love you
You are free-willed
Because I Love you
We are inviolable
Because I Love you
It is inestimable
A Healthy Relationship: Us
A healthy relationship is a relationship with
Commitment
Confidence
Compassion
You got the best of me
When a stream of tears rains down my face
Or when my mind is a blank space
Of a never ending sea
You hold me tight
If I showed you the real me, you’d faint from the reality. Should I wipe away the fake, you’d realize just how cake faced I am. I pile on shimmery hues of teal to hide the blues I truly feel. Why should I wipe them away and leave the real blues o
For a whole year, we sat and talked and fought.
Because I love you Jay,
We talked. We argued. I hit you.
Because I love you and I don't want to lose you.
Healthy Relationships. That's a phrase I aspire to.
Healthy Relationships. What does it mean?
Healthy Relationships. A goal and a dream.
When you look at me what do you see
What do you think
Do you see my darker skin
And think she’s dumb or commits a great deal of sin
Do you see my kinky, coily hair
mirror, mirror
on the wall
who is the fairest of them all?
perhaps it is the boy who used to pinch me in preschool
thinking hitting girls was what made rugrat boys cool
Once upon a time,
under the water there looked to be a girl of the age of thirteen.
She had big blue eyes,long brown hair, and beautiful legs that were so pale.
i'm done with all the poems about
how depressed people are in love
...with their beds.
i'm done with metaphors about
light and how "if it just shined
on me for a second i might
Strange isn't it?
The way we act so different behind closed doors when no one is looking.
We can become our true selves, let our colors fly
But why only when no one else is looking?
An indecisive prince he was,
With the intent of finding his princess.
Not simply any princess will do.
She must meet all of the rules,
To be considered true.
I've found a way to look through my mirror
For the first time in my life
Past the assymetrical traits
God drew crudely while I was
In the womb
Past the nose I loathed
Everything is different but yet the same.
Some things are clearer, but others are blurred out dots in my brain.
My screams become bubbles floating up to meet the clouds
This moment right here,
Is when you learn to heal on your own.
Make amends to fact that his body can no longer lay next to you
As you weep your struggles to his shoulders.
Dear body,
I hate you
I know mamma taught me to love you...but I don’t
Always trying to rid of you
To make you thinner
Pure dark cocoa, milk chocolate, toasted caramel, almond joy; & eveything in between.
Love your colored Kings & Queens.
I cried a lot last year.
I looked in the mirror and saw someone I hated.
I wasn't as skinny as the skinniest girl.
I should stop eating.
I wasn't as tall as the tallest model.
I should start stretching.
You're beautiful underneath, they said
But beautiful underneath only goes so far.
She acts like she has a hard shell but.....
In all actuality she's dying inside from the challenges life throws her
Sometimes she feels alone fearing that god dosent see nor hear her
As leader you have to protect,not to neglect for everything that comes your way.
As a leader you have to listen to the information.
For your nation.
As leader you should express yourself
I looked in the mirror and I saw a woman. A black woman with power, an independent woman, a woman with the vision to change the world.
Young Black Girls seem to experience the most when it comes to Society Standards.
Social Media has brainwashed us.
We are at a constant battle trying to show our worth
When I was a little girl, I was worried that people would think I was pregnant.
It felt as though my stomach were the size of the moon
and my body was the vast expanse that held it in place
I had never really thought about poetry until 8th grade. As a class we needed to read a poem called "Stardust".
I am plastic,
Your child’s best friend,
I am small and held in their hand,
I am tall and pretty,
And every girl wants to be me,
Love what you see
Because that is you
Let you be
The true
What matters is what you see in your eyes
Don't bring yourself down
Don't bring out cries
Love yourself you have a crown
I am a contradiction,
A perfect contradiction.
On looking in from outside,
I think I'd pass inspection.
My nails are neat, each hair in place.
My clothes the latest styles.
Who else can I be besides me ?
As I walk upon thee,
Why so shy they ask me ?
But I smile moving along so they remember me ,
Calm and collective as I always say ,
So people look at you in a different way,
Can You see your soul?
No?
Well I can.
Imagine, you with your lone self.
Just you, and that inevitably amazing thing us humans call a soul, even a brain.
The size of her body Society says it's not cute
Now she's looking in the mirror Not knowing what to do -
Maybe body slimmers , she thought..
That should do But why should she try to fit in even if she's a size two ?
So self-conscious
That’s why she spends an hour in the bathroom
Trynna see life clearer
While her mascara
Is running down her face
Look in the mirror
and take a deep breath.
It’ll all become clearer
that there’s not only death.
The scars that you see,
may not disappear.
But the person you’ll be,
I need this idea.
This idea that one day I will actually be me.
The person I want to be.
No restrictions against me, I will be free.
No one to go against me,
No limitations on who I can be.
Being yourself is the best thing you can be,
Unique is the right word to desribe what you should be,
Love yourself like no other,
Be real with yourself, and others,
My mind gets moments of restlessness/ causing my body extreme exhaustion/ wondering how do I make the bad feelings stop/ how do I stay out of the would ifs and worry about the right nows and what I presently got/ laughter seems so forced/ seeing w
I am Melanin
Got melanin?
I do, and why is that such a bad thing?
My hair is kinky; my nose is big.
I no longer wish to wear extensions,
You're ugly.
You're beautiful.
You're fat.
You're full-figured.
You're worthless.
You're everything.
You're stupid.
You're different.
You're smart.
You're unique.
You're you.
Are you my mom? Is the question I asked to the lady standing in front of me. She replied with the answer “ NO” which started it all.
From private to public...
From paying for tuition and striving with ambition
To going to school for free with kids who leave in the middle of class to walk to the store for a carton of tea
I don't owe you anything but my voice
And you don't owe me anything but your time
But please understand that if you are struggling in this life the trouble in your mind is no indication of weakness
the gift inside of me
is more valuable, more precious
than golden nugget chunks
found beneath Earth's rocky skin.
it is much more beautiful
than glittering diamond fractals,
reflecting beams of light
You fall deeper each day into an ocean filled with dark, murky water.
You want to escape but the current filled with self-doubt makes it harder.
You constantly seek freedom but the dark shadows of negativity hold you down.
Never quite understood how people could envy me
When my upbringing was pierced with struggle and violence
As a result, feeding to my fatuous inferiority complex or complexities
My job isn't to make you feel comfortable
To show that I care about how you feel about me
Everyone repeat after me: MY worth is not diminished by what others think or say about me.
ALL TOGETHER NOW.
What is my story, you ask?
Not one that can be covered by a mask.
It involves venturing into the dark ocean
Looking towards a better future with devotion.
It started with a book
All good things start with a book
I read the story that changed
my way of thinking
The way we are sheilded
In this "accepting" society.
I saw the way they looked at me those eyes. They could tear me down and bring me back up and those eyes have done that plenty.
My blood bristles.
The fever is crisp
like wine, through my veins.
The pressure illuminates my remains
I stir with tenacity.
I sense your lustful presence
My blood pressure rises,
then falls−
Is it true?
the words I hear
and the visuals I see,
beyond truth is all I ever believe,
but for me to see,
and for me to hear
is it reality?
the feelings that i feel
That beautiful girl
with her eyes that look like they belong on a painting
those eyes that could stare down anything and anyone
they look right through your's and see right into your very heart
Who am I with #NoFilter you ask... You may see a dollar all wrinkled and torn and then that perfect straight crisp dollar but they both are still dollars right? Filters just cover up the imperfections on the outside.
with a full figure; i am FLAWLESS
with hips and thighs; i am FLAWLESS
with a tummy; i am FLAWLESS
with full lips; i am FLAWLESS
with a family; i am FLAWLESS
with friends that love me; i am FLAWLESS
Funny funny funny,
I am funny
Creative Creative Creative
I am Creative
I am me who loves and loves
I am me who loves to be loved
Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
It hurt,
it hurt looking at him.
The betrayal within his arms,
his arms embracing another female.
Eyes wide open,
as she lays upon the memories,
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences
soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and
your ears don't hear
endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you
your body language the tool of choice
This handsome Blind man says
Only me in my world
Only I can see my world
U can't c my world
Only I can c my world
Only I could heed my thought
I review myself over a layer of abstraction:
the camera's lense,
the mirror's silver,
or a stranger's eye.
It's when I look into myself
as a primary source that I descover
the gorgeous,
The lies grow like wildfire, spreading everyday.
As soon as i think things settle down,
a thought ignites the flame
Hair tied in knots,
Lipstick smeared off,
The room that I'm in,
Littered with cloth.
Homework undone,
Bed untidy,
Finding myself,
Dirty and grimy.
I take a step back,
Some say I'm like a diary; difficut to read.
Try to understand me its not oh so easy.
Some say I am confusing,
It so amusing.
I am hated by people
Shhhh I know the secrects.
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say?
And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it?
Who’s going to listen?
I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say?
And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it?
Who’s going to listen?
I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
In the mirror,
I stare at my opposite twin
who stares back at me.
She is beautiful, yet worn;
she is mysterious, yet ordinary.
And there is no way of talking to her
This is it.
The final score
Never has it been this hard before
Racquet in my quivering hand
Do not go into no man’s land
Everything has led to this
We walk around pretending we're fine.
No one ever seems to want to find the time
To walk the fine line
Between knowing someone
through a hashtag or a username
And showing them actual compassion.
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin.
I grasp at the loose tendrils,
in shades of forest and thunder,
attempting to hold the drifting vapor
close to my luminescent heart.
Tell me
why are you here all alone?
Here in the corner
with a pill bottle
and much more Advil
than you'll ever need
I'm so sorry
that no one ever told you
the
mirror
lies.
Coming to a mirror image,
Dull is my thinking that age;
From the site of my being,
To my impure seems.
#Instagram #LOL #Live
without the makeup.
without the drama.
without the hate.
I don't have an Instagram.
#nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare
We love you for you.
Large nose, large thighs, the filter of plastic surgery may be the only cover-up.
She's unique and delicate as a flower,
Not so much like a Gerbera, but more like an Orchid.
Her dark almond eyes penetrate your soul in just a glance,
calm in a tempest
blown unbroken Centered Strong
Balanced unmoving
Unassuming plain
cold - blank canvas vivid - hot
eddy of Passion
Currents flow over
We only haveone life,this life,no other life.The past isbehind us.The futurelies ahead.So do what you want,and not what you hate.No one can tell you
You can tell I'm not faking when I've begun to climb a nearby tree
When it's not covered in ants
I'm myself when I'm working, helping others or just being plain selfish
When I'm drinking my morning tea
Hello beautiful child, flower child.
Whenever you look at the world you make it smile.
The way you walk, the way you talk, it honestly just inspires.
You would never know you're some peoples desires.
A few hundred likes really mean nothing
A perfect face and a beautiful smile,
Hidden behind a wall of insecurity,
Under the waves of social validation.
The shreiking self doubt drowns out true beauty;
I rub my eyes,
Eyeliner,
Mascara,
Streaks my face.
Makeup remover,
Wipe,
By wipe,
It disappears.
I continue,
Foundation,
Concealer,
Loving, caring, an open book
Trustng of others without a second look
It's crazy how I can see the best in others
But it took me so long to see the best in me
Who I was used to depend on how others felt
People talk about me and it used to bother me
they said I was annoying
they said I was loud
and weird
That perfect caption -
it's all I need to say.
It tells the world what I'm doing,
where I'm at,
when I'll be away.
That corresponding picture
(damn I look so fine!)
It’s the same exact spot
Where it happened.
Walking past it everyday
I cannot help but imagine
Another way it could have gone.
The crashing is silenced.
I arrive at my house and it is silent.
Four letters carry conspiracy-theory sized opinions
of a word that we hope exists.
a word universally intertwined in our bones
pulsing through our spirits and sidewalks.
a word hidden in the most common places
Without a filter, my true and most natural beauty is shown
It isn't improved with filters, like Valencia and Rise
It's the normal me, the unaltered me
Pressing "none" or "no effect" allows you to see
Words flow in and out as I speak of what I know.
Quotes and lyrics emerge from my light lips.
I sing stories of dreams and nightmares.
My stomach rumbles and does flips.
I'm determined to break free.
Smears, smudges hide my face
In the dusty reflections of the mirror
With shaking hands I can place
The nose, the hair, the eyes
But in a glimpse they're chased
From my tentative tries
Imperfect.
What two words do you see?
"I'm" and
"Perfect."
What does that mean?
I am Perfect.
What do I know?
I AM Perfect.
Do you know what I'm not?
A model.
An actress.
A passion, a reason for life,
Its what i strive for,
What I'm scared I'll never find.
I've tried it all;
Art - wasn't expressive enough,
Sports - needed to be more tough,
flawless skin
perfect hair
trendy clothes
confident additude
perfect smile
take away the filters and what do you see
acne covered skin
damaged hair
dirty clothes
broken smile
Click, snap, image captured
Edit, draw, redirected
Delete, delete
Photo recaptured
Upload now, photo posted
This is me #nomakeup
Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears
This is I #nofilter
Misery loves company
As does joy and misery
Who doesn't long for companionship
Seeking like minds for friendship
When the curtains close
And you find yourself alone
Walking into an empty home
His hair is messy and curly
Some would say that it is girly
But to that he'd reply
With a glint in his eye
That really they're just being surly
Eyes that see only through spectacles
The makeup. The smiles. The friends.
I'll let you see.
The parties. The crowd. Through the lens
that's what you see.
Picture Perfect-ly Imperfect
*Like*
*Share*
*Tweet*
I wish I were that pretty.
I wish I were that witty.
I wish… “Oh hey yeah I’m great!
How are you?”
I am vulnerable
I am flawed
I am human
I put on a mask
Try to be what the world wants me to be
It isn't me
I am vulnerable
I am flawed
I am human
I am a perfectionist
In my own skin
I am me
Its hard to accept, hard to see
Day in and day out
I'm told differently
That everyone should accept the beauty I must be
My skin holds a story
That can not be explained
You can stare into a glossy surface,
water stained but,
you can see what you strive to see
a reflective pool
rippled with a flash
the corners of my lips lift
with yours.
An eerie imitation
Do you see what I see?
Without filters
Without makeup
My hair is natural and ever changing with the seasons
Eyes as brown as coffee
Reflecting my mother’s
Down to earth and genuine
Who am I
I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky
What makes me unique
My personality, I think
I am a little bit of everything
All rolled into someone who cannot sing
I feel the music in my body though
I think we are all flawless because
Flaws are intangible thoughts
Who defines these edges on a person?
At night I stare at the ceiling in wonder
Thinking about what could have been, of what will be
Countless fears drag me under,
The thought of resting lost to me
In untamed world of nature shown
My hair's in stylish knots,
Followed by raccoon eyes.
My loafing fashion's caught,
By the luring guys.
Who am I?
A Brother. A Son. A Uncle. A Friend. A Grandchild. A boyfriend
I'm more than what you might see on Instagram
When you look at the world What do you see?
Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia?
Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Who am I without a filter?
Before I adjust the contrast, saturation, shadows, and sharpness of my image.
Before I change the filter to Mayfair or Valenica.
Before I get my make up and hair just right.
Unflitered i feel like everybody else,
my skin feels the same, looks the same
my soul feels the same, looks the same
my mind feels the same, looks the same,
many say we're all different,
You want to know who I am without a filter?
I am the original masterpiece without a filter
I am the way God made me without a filter
I am who I am supposed to be without a filter
A wall, rising tall
made of thick stones
Guarded by hundreds of soldier
Inside stands a king
broad, strong, confident
he is impenetreble
Take down that wall
Take away the soldiers
I only see myself once, maybe twice, a day.
How can that be? You think,
With a world of mirrors, cameras, and reflections,
Everyone is everywhere.
You're right, but I mean my real self.
A filter is an unattractive face covered with a mask
Spraying perfume at the trash
Covering a bad hair with a hat
This is who I am
A line of just five
A sister of three
A daughter of one
A friend of many
This is who I am
A student for life
A love for music
A life for writing
In an attempt to introspect
I write this verse with my heart
Very somber, filled with regrets
But with clarity beyond any extrinsic breath
The eyes of my mother were a color that
enveloped me in her warmth.
The brown rings surrounded me on days
when I needed them the most,
And drowned out any inhibitions
I am a child of the sun, kissed to a golden caress of honey skin, shining bright on the outside from the light within
I am the bird that flies without limitation through the endless sky, filled with the light blue hue of my aspirations
Here let me tell you about life out of disguise,
About who we are, free of misconception and lies.
Some people, they have got it all so, so wrong,
Having countless filters on pictures and saying "selfie game strong".
I’ve shoved myself relentlessly in to the Valencia, Ludwig, Sierra, and Hefe.
I’ve broken my body to fit the mold.
Can there really be
someone better than me?
No, there can't because
I'm the only one, you see
Ain't very many people with my personality
Not my name, not my talents or my family
I'm going to bring up
Gender equality
Being a "feminist"
And what that means.
Let's talk about stereotypes
And why they exist
Why we continue to accept
The explanations they give
As if:
You know it's hard to feel flawless when you've been where I've been, and seen what I've seen, and done what I've done.
Instagram is a trend most of us do
Hash tag filter
Hash tag life
Hash tag me
A filter out picture is what people see
I’m more than a filtered out picture though
In all honesty I know the real me
No flaw me
eyes blue
perfect hair
I dont even have a dumbfounded stare
Yes me . perfections my key
Open minded , yes thats all me
Let me not forget the best part of me
One tear
Is all I will let fall
Because if I let more come
Running down my cheeks
It will be like a river
That floods
Until it reaches my heart
The place where you are
Get lost.
Just because we live in a world that is 2/3 extrovert does not mean I wish to join your ranks.
I'm done with feeling less than because I would rather sit quietly and listen
From the coils on my head
To the Birth mark on my right arm
From the pigment of my skin
To the beauty of my charm
I am the expressed genes of my DNA
Genetically selected me I must say
Beep Beep Beep
In the dark I fumble for my phone,
and there is silence.
The day has not started and I am already done.
Opening my eyes I swing my legs over the edge of my bed,
The trees are tall and powerful.
Green moss is growing bright.
Mountain views will take your breath away,
You can see them dark or light.
Dont be suprised if you find me here,
Every picture I take, I take with a sense of accomplishment.
It's not the beauty of the picture or the perfection of it,
Its the understanding that I see behind a picture of myself.
I wish when I smiled, I meant it,
I want my laugh to sound carefree like it did before,
I need to be the center of the picture;
so that I know I wont be the one on the outside.
I miss the way I used to be,
I was born flawless
Why you may ask
Because I'm me
And God made
I'm a woman
I'm a sister
I'm a daughter
I' m a best friend
My imperfections make me flawless
I’m always complimented on
my perfectly golden skin.
My bronze hue holds
the Flawless’ secret
in an imperfect world
#Don'tFilterMe
Because I'm #Beautiful
With all my imperfections
Large pores
Uneven skintone
And acne scars
No I'm not 5'10, size 2
Because I'm #Funsize
Petite but hey
God's Perfect Imperfection
I'm different.
My body emanates with its own scent
With out a filter My eyes are a pair of c list stuntmen Imperfect but BoldMy nose is large But has potential that is quite undersold My lips are doors that are blocked by the ruins of broken pride
Who I really am
A girl in her own world. So absorbed in it
that someone may mistaken her for being disabled.
So infused it can be hard to come out of it at times.
No filter is needed to see who this is
A girl with such a bliss
Someone who they miss
But in history, they've shown of me what should be
As now I uncover my destiny
Now the filters may disappear
Without these filters
I
Am
Human.
The pain that I feel
Emotional or physical
Is real
The laughter I have
Pick this up
Pick that up
Shut your mouth
Women should be seen
Not heard.
Make me tea
Make me breakfast
Make me tea
Make me lunch
Make me tea
Make me dinner
so this is what you get when you wash me down
scrub me with scalding water until my skin is raw
lather and rinse and repeat
wash the layers of armor away
we watch as they swirl down the drain
Me, Myself, and Myself
This is everyone I trust
I've been fooled and taken over
My personal safety is a must
Me, Myself, and Myself
These 3 are my bestfriends
Im sure they won't ever hurt me
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Who am I?
I am your average teen.
My parents are divorced.
My friend has committed suicide.
I’m not the riches or coolest person in the world.
I don’t have tons and tons of friends.
Isn’t it weird how your unconscious consciously decides
Based upon what you unconsciously desire
So what you want isn’t what you admire
I come from backyard adventures,
And big dogs,
And mud pies made to share.
I come from loving arms,
Procrastinator
Extremely awkward
Rebellious only in her thoughts
Flawed
Expert of all things unimportant in life
Completely insane
Truly unique and one of a kind
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world.
The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
The darkness of her hair
The lightness to her eyes
The sweetness to her voice
The kindess to her soul
She never lets you down
She always is there
She will keep you safe
Look at me.I mean it, look at me.Not at my face, look in my eyes.Look where my real beauty lies.I know you’ve been missing it for some time.Because on the outside,
We live in a world of freedom yet hate,
Where all face the gate of the fear for imperfection.
To choose and stay behind this gate,
And let words and actions choose your fate,
My name is A'Jayla
All of Joy and Anger,
I'm Young
Filled with Longing and Amazement
-
Above my right eyebrow
there's a scar
From the day after Four Years of
ignorance or innocence
I discovered the death of my favorite dog.
And all around my arms
When you commit suicide you kill yourself
Others then die inside and are robbed of wealth
You are valuable to others more than you know
Suicide just let’s all your weaknesses show
Selfie stick, Vienna filter
Eyeliner, Mac brushes, fake lashes
Pink lips, contoured cheeks
Curling irons, skinny waists
Thigh gap, high heels, short dresses
As a woman
I can act like a lady
I can dress like a lady
I can expand my vocabulary so that
I sound like a lady
I can walk with the right amount of sway
Like a lady
With just enough tease
When I remove that mask of insecurities
You see a face of all my histories
My lips part like the red sea
Maybe I plaster a smile on my face to please
The same pretty smile you see dancing across my Instagram feed
You can question what's lurking in my psyche
But I am not fake
I , am original . Without the filters I think I am a pretty handsome person . Natural is what i am without technology . My own is what I am without technology .
The perimeter lush as an Irish spring
Green with envy for affection
The center soft as weak tea
Gold as her virtue
But then those black abysses
Deep as the hell itself
See anger, see pain, see hatred
In a funhouse,
I stare in awe at my reflection,
Wishing I could live in a penthouse.
My life, my perspective, my bias keep me going in the right direction.
Don't know who I am
But I've been finding my way since six grade
Small in stature , but stand like a statue.
My eyes are innocent
My power is fear
But I strong ...
Lipstick and lip gloss.
Eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara.
BB cream, foundation, powder, and blush.
Did you ever think that you look beautiful without all that makeup?
It's like I've landed on another atmosphere,
Giving out my own female energy with my beauty.
My natural brownskin, glowing,
I am a figure
Someome people looks up to for an uplift
i am some one you can count on when you have a down day and felling disfigured
i am sheeka
short for danskia archanetta bogle
I am goofy and crazy
When people are unreasonable and selfish I want to forgive.
I want to be the best me that I can be.
I wish to give the world the best version of me, and hope that it is enough.
I want to...
Give my best anyway.
I am flawless because I am strong
I'll never quit when things go wrong
with much experience with good and bad
I still won't quit when I am sad
no matter what puts me down
I shine like diamonds on a crown
I am T
I am 16 years old
I am an African-American female
I just want to be myself
I'm tired of hiding who I am
I'm tired of hiding who I am in every aspect of who I am
Picture this, a camera that only highlights true beauty
My camera snaps a photo of all my natural flaws
That is true beauy that reflects
No filter needed
The all High Mighty didn't need a filter
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
What do you expect?
All of me is what you get
I never learned how to cover it up
So what's with all this fuss
I've fought too hard for this authenticity
For your idea of simplicity
I am me
Man meets woman with a sword in hand
Like shooting stars caused by fate they clashed
Falling into territory they didn't know where to land
Original plans were shaken and not trashed
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned.
Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself.
The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
I walk alone sometimes.
you may ask me how i am,
i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.
I walk alone sometimes.
it does not bother me,
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
What do you see,When you look in the mirror?You see you,And I see me.We are different,That is perfect,And how it's supposed to be.
A simple definition will not due.
What is respect?
My idea or yours?
I know where yours comes from.
It comes from a branch so sucked into the means of society, it has lost all meaning.
my eyes tend to judge me
my mind wonders recklessly as I stare in the mirror
my eyes tend to judge me..could I make this any clearer?
Underneath I have a dirty heart
You all will fail, so I can win
I am not clean and cut like my selfies
But I am rough and tough like so many
I do not really care about you
So what if I lie and say that I do?
Ruddy, thats what they call my complexion
A mix of pure white and dots
I am calico
The contours of my body are softly proportioned
a little extra here and there but I am muscled
I am strong
What is beauty?
It is somewhat hard to say,
Because all things are beautiful
If you look at them the right way.
People focus on aesthetics;
Imperfections they will hide.
The Authentic Me
by Hunter E Jones
Does the selfie define me?
Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
I am a smart, mature, athlete, designer, and a mess.
But, I am a beautiful mess.
A mess when I stress,
to try to be flawless.
It’s something I try so hard to be every day.
It was just within that moment in which I had taken a mere reflection of myself.
A true reflection in which no other could see, unless filtered into perfection.
I am a pure, white flower, blooming from fine, fertile land.
If I told you I wore my heart on my sleeve
You wouldn't believe,
because its barely a heart.
It's bruised and its scarred
From all the places its been marred
by my own insecurity.
I am a woman who can do it all
Even though I am so small
I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
i am the one they call strange
annoying
weird
different
i am the girl who is ignored
unwanted
unneeded
i am the one who doesnt grow up
i probably never will
Don't impress nobody if they don't like you then so be it. Don't ever feel like you are nothing because you truly are.
We allow society to make us into something we are not. It's popularity the way of achieving this idiotic tragic.
She knew there are other things that I am thankful for.
But there is this one object that she has to thank more.
The secret to sucess is what makes me flawless
Confidence is key to a certain degree.
When you keep your chin up and get back in the stirrup.
Nobody can slow you down.
Flawlessness
Confidence within
Free from manipulation
Self empowered, justified pride
Autonomous
Flawlessness.
Confidence within.
Free from manipulation.
Self empowerment, justified pride.
Autonomous.
Flawlessness.
Confidence within.
Free from manipulation.
Self empowerment, justified pride.
Autonomous.
Its purpose is to make a flawless shape
Aren’t we as humans like a shape it makes?
With arms, legs, head and hair
To fit the dimensions that make us so fair.
Except this cookie cutter cannot will not,
BORING
ANNOYING
LOUD
AWKWARD
FAT
UGLY
and every bad thing inbetween
You are not important
You are not part of the league
Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media
The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning
It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
Whether or not you are famous
Whether or not you are you
Waking up in the morning, did it ever feel so cruel?
Did you ever have to look at them and want to be glamourous?
I feel like me
What is it about me that speaks and spreads love?
That admiration I seek is a gift from above
that not only do I give, but I expect nothing in return
well...sometimes...
but that's another lesson learned.
It gets better they say.
Time and time again when they are not in the positon to care what really happens.
From her curly hair,
to her short cocoa legs
she was flawless
Her brown eyes were soft and innocent
but yet, they were flawless
From the way she spoke with powerful words,
It’s tough when you’re forced to grow up in a world
Where Barbies are standards for each little girl
I’ve had too many friends feel they’re less than they are
And I don't want you
And I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth,
I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v.
Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.
But really I'm just fine being me.
No need to worry, I'm always happy.
My darling, you are so beautiful.
The word for your flawlesness has not yet been invented
your beauty spills lawlessly
forward
Sick of division, powered by ambition
Brushed into a corner from their social superstition
What's your favorite color, boy?
White girls are who he enjoys
Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
Blood as red as a rose
They said death was something that you just chose
Truthfully it chose you
behind the makeup and smile as big as her heart there is a girl
she is living in constant fear of the future
her biggest fear is failing
she feels helpless
but she has to try
I am a Goddess
My confidence orbits the sun
Some may see my abundance of self-love as conceit
They would be undoubtedly wrong
I am simply in touch with my inner Deity
Each day I spend looking into the eyes of othersAt this girl who writes meaningful poemsAt this girl who watches way too much tvAt this girl who makes sarcastic remarks about every little thing
imperfection is something only others see
and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be
so why waste time and pick out my flaws
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
Unlike the rest I'm not flawless in my face
But flawless in my ways
My body shape may not be the Same
But that doesn't subtract from my beauty nor my good grades
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
The definition of flaw is defect or fault;
The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth.
Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are,
So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
Being flawless is not a trait that I used to see within myself
It was soemthing that I worked for, but never felt as though I would claim as mine...
I read about becoming flawless, the makeup piles stacking up on each shelf,
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble
With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring,
Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock,
Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power.
A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower.
Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee?
I am fearless, and I will be a queen.
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health
Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes
Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry
Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
It's all the flaws that make us all unique.
Though I am not, and never will be,
the size of mannequins at the boutique.
Even with all of my "flaws", they would say,
my nose, my ears, my feet,
Wickedly Talented, Idina Menzel
She shows me what is truly like to be flawless
She makes mistakes
She laughs it off
She gets nervous
She has heartbreak
She is exhausted
She works hard
You, sir, may not think I’m pretty
You may even think that I am petty
And you can believe that I am a petty, not pretty woman
But I am confident and beautiful and I am flawless
Hello
My name is Jasmine
I mean my name is Young
I mean my name is Girl
I mean my name is Woman
Hi there
I’d like to tell you a story
About summer
When it’s hot
I am supposed to write about how I am flawless
How I have no faults and am perfect
But you see,
I am not flawless
I am not perfect
I am only me
I make mistakes daily
I am flawless from my head to my toes
No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold
I shine so bright and I don't need to be told
For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
Romans 5:18
"I loved you at your darkest"
I have loved you at your darkest, my child,
despite all you're hurt and pain.
I loved you while you were on your phone
searching for love and love again.
Who the hell am I?
If number’s don’t define me
If my body doesn’t define me
If my appearance doesn’t define me
If money doesn’t define me
Then what makes me who I am?
Personality?
While so many women are fixing their smile
And going to salons to get their hair dyed
I am being told that I have beautiful eyes
But as radiant as your smile could be
And as piercing as your eyes may be
I use filters every day of my life
I'm not just talking about stupid ass picture filters
Quick take a picture
What can we see?
An everlasting flawess flitered picture of me
Hair done
Skin soft
Eyebrows on fleek
Eyes tipped
Black dip, winged tip on me
When you feel weak, think of this-
your skin literally absorbs sunlight
and turns into vitamin D
so that your bones stay strong.
Darling,
your body feeds on stars, it is the universe that keeps you alive,
I find it difficult to run for numbers these days.
I go out to cross the finish line, I pat myself on the back
simply for making it through. The people I love
watch me and not watches, they offer their supportive shoulders
My old friend,
long since living in Tanzania
was a friend of living.
"You are flawless" she crooned.
"Trust me, I know."
Years of bullying and I'm still head strong
Over the past few I'm still going on
Unsing my friends to help to support me
Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to. As we grow up, we have to choose. Life goes by fast. You go from playing in a sand box to waiting for a boy who doesn’t know if he should ask.
Perfection in sublime imperfection
Unique by design,
The Creator’s creation echoes Eternal
Soaring, reverberating, carving past present streams of stalagmites, the stale and the nocturnal
Ever since I was a little girl,
I was always told I was beautiful or cute.
From my wide blue eyes To the way my hair would curl.
As I grew older…
Words remembered, encouraged
Me to go forward.
Life is too short to stop me from living my life.
I may want what other seem irrational.
But all my life it's what I've used,
To keep me stable, sane, and stationary.
Stationary yet I'm always moving.
My older sister thinks that Madonna gave her a lobotomy,
When she’s at the tail end of her medication and needs more,
And even when she’s on them she talks off to the side,
I am ME.
I am not you.
I can not do you.
You can not do me.
I can do me.
I Sing like me,
Laugh like me,
Look like me.
Not You.
Tall,
Thin,
Wealthy,
Eye-catching.
Nowadays, society values and
feels magnetized to those who
who are so materialistically aesthetic.
Superficiality is a concept that is
Beauty is more than what is seen with the eyes,
what I have is hidden.
More than just a beating heart with a pretty smile,
i have a free spirit too.
How could you ever tell,
Yes I know I'm flawless
Wow look at that confidence
I look at others so pretty and petite
But only wonder why they do not eat
I love to live and live to love
Those around me seem to think
there is a standard of being...
In my own valleys and tunnels there was truth
I cringed at the dip of my hips,
my attraction to feminity,
“I woke up like this”
Or maybe “I was born this way”
Heck I don’t know
But either way is okay
I could say
I worked hard for a body like this
Or that I spent hours
Plumping my lips
My hair and I were unhappy
Waking up with broken hairstrands got old
I wanted my hair to be straight
I wanted it to be soft with shine like gold
My hair and I were unhappy
That was just 2 years ago
Flay the skin away
Piece by piece
Layer after layer
What am I now?
Am I
The words tumbling out of my mouth
The thoughts rolling in my head
The despair deep in my heart
Highly underrated
Highly anticipated
Got one goal that is being the greatest
Prove doubters wrong when I make it
Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant
Love yourself first,
Love your imperfections,
Love your crazy side,
Love your silly side,
As the unwanted mask stares back at the reflection
She tells it that it looks better
and that all her insecurties are concealed under
that was the foundation of her life
I embody everything I thought I couldn't be
I am a spitting image of everything I thought I wouldn't be
I look in the mirror and feel full;
Do you ever stop and think, wow I love myself?
Well start loving yourself to the fullest
Flaws and all, you are BEAUTIFUL
Flawless? No.
No one is flawless
We are all beautiful
We are all HUMANS
Can you hear the sound of the world calling your name?
Can you hear your heart talking to your brain to make sure you are awake?
Can you hear your name being called repeatedly by those around you?
Cause I can't
I woke up like this
5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone
Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those”
I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes
I am flawless because I am strong from once being weak,
I am not flawless because they told me to shrink,
I am flawless because I am successful and will threaten a male,
#flawless
There’s always two souls to a person
The one everyone sees from day to day
And the one that hides and waits for the chance of immersion
Because she never witnesses daybreak
Flashback
A blast from my past
10 years old and growing fast
A sweet little girl
Innocent and pure
Many times I see fear
For those around me it is clear
Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here
Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror
Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Hey, hey ya you!
Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky
From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day
You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Dear Future Self,
You did it.
Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.
We've all been bullied.
My eyes, different from the others.
My height, lacking.
My academics, an idiot amongst geniuses.
My personality, strange and twisted as can be.
Blah, blah, blah
A filter,
What is it really?
Is it something to purify the air?
Is it a mask?
Is it makeup?
Maybe even a photo enhancer?
Why must we enhance our lives?
Gowing mup i have always been taught to love myself not only for my whole self but for my body as well.
I woke up to face me in the mirror butter ball naked
I saw all the flaws I once so desperately try to hid
From even the young lady in the mirror who did everything I did
Beauty is sunkissed cheeks
After an afternoon of adventure
Beauty is messy hair
After a night of studying
Beauty is teary eyes
After hearing a long forgotten melody
Beauty is intelligence
I was born beautiful.
Society will tell me different.
I have curly hair.
Long, tangly, brown, curly locks.
I grew to hate my hair.
I was 5, already craving to use a hair straightner.
I am flawless
from head to toe
thought id let you know
im like a godess
i woke up like this
fill your eyes with bliss
and i called it
dont need no man
because i got a plan
The Toy Truck Girl
When I was five years old
My mom bought my brother a toy truck
He loved to play outside in the dirt in his jeans
I woke up
I had to wake up
I had my whole life
Waiting ahead of me in strife.
I always dreamed of this moment
Could it be my time?
I could hear the chime
Of success calling my name
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless
The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek
You know what AMERICA?
I am not my hair nor my skin
I am not a freak (well...maybe a little)
I am what lays within
my values, intellect, passions,
and relentless wit
What is considered attractive?
How is beauty measured?
Aren't we all special as individuals?
Im flawless...
From my feet up to my noggin
And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem.
Im great!!
At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
When people look at me, they don't see me.
There's a girl who's put together on the outside,
With makeup and hair done to a tee.
But deep beneath the surface,
I'm insecure, I'm broken,
Flawless
In knowing I am not perfect
But I aspire to life’s challenges
And I remain myself
Flawless
Growing up, I hate myself.
Every time I looked in the mirror, my eyes would pierce into my soul with a hate that I thought would kill me in and of itself.
I am too tall.
I am too loud.
My hair is a mess in the morning.
My memory is not all that great.
Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth.
Sometimes I don't want to take a shower.
Stand straight, shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward.
Think fast, speak little, assume none, shield all.
Be good, follow rules, don't question, respect honored.
Stay quaint, fall in line, don't be different- so banal.
I'm worth more than a thousand sunswashing away at the darkness of those around memy voice blooms roses with the way my wordsgrow thorns yet project passionate beauty.
I walk into the bathroom i turn my head as my eyes interlock with the me within, I SEE
With you
My intelligence is responsible for all things that make me heaven sent
I honestly feel like my eloquence allows me to have more chemistry
Less flawed than most
Imperfect-perfections
spotted scales
hairy knuckes
I am one of a kind
I am the kind of one
who has wrinkles streaming from their eyes
Smile lines
You know i'm a girl
i dont know f hat a blesing or not
soceity exepts so much
Im just a young women trying to be heself
You know this ued to eally get to me
"Is my butt big"
Motherless..Fatherless.. that's the scar I hide everyday.
Often quiet and to myself..it's not that I don't have anything to say.
Not enough time to express what goes on in my mind.
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged
Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
My legs, My legs,
O' they are much better than pegs.
Through lush green fields I dance and I prance,
O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants!
My calves are smooth and supple,
Very beautiful, incredibly smart
Nothing but goodness in her heart
A smile on her face every single day
and kind words when you come her way
I'm about to write this poem,
but first let me take a sefie.
Ducklips Filters and angles
When I was younger, I was a bonfire.
I blinded all who came to hurt me,
and could comfort those who sought my warmth.
I lit my surroundings with my wild light,
and was never afraid
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop. Average? No.Perfect? No.
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes
They look at me but don’t know why
I used to stay in my room and hide
Scared of judgments, Terrified.
One day I took a glance in a glass
Taking a picture day in and day out little imperfections
Quickly to be corrected hide the true beauty waiting to be discovered
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Whom hold's that position?
Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards.
I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to
That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion.
“They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
Don't wanna be conceited
I just wanna speak the truth
I've got unblemished skin
And I've had a fruitful youth
My teeth are white and pearly
So my smile's always great
My hair is soft and shiny
I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom;
the wavy grasslands of my hair,
the muddy pools of amber eyes.
I see the stretch of sand dune skin,
I have hills and valleys on me.
Your life is not defined by: numbers
-The number of likes on an Instagram picture
-The number of favorites on a tweet
-The number of comments on a Facebook post
I am sassy,
as some may know.
Its flawless in design,
and that, I like to show!
I might have some odds and ends about myself,
And those problems I might have to lug and tow.
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
To the girl peering in the mirror,
who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior,
because her hair isn’t straight,
The door opens.
One step to your destiny.
You peer in and see the faces,
The people who are looking straight at you.
Will you fail?
Will you fall?
Hesitation sets in
Music poundin’, phrases boundin’-
baby I’m flawless…
Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’-
Baby I’m Flawless…
I am flawless because I am
One of God's beautiful creations
Not because I am man-made,
A photoshop modification
I am stubborn,
And sure, I may cry my eyes red
But I'm flawless because I'm here,
inauthenticity is a fad.a trend founded on insecurity.add a filteruse photoshophide your flawsdon’t let themsee.
I'm flawless because I'm on honest with myself
I know what I feel and what its like to be felt
I know that my big eyes are odd and piercing.
I know that even though I'm short, my demeanor is menacing
What makes me flawless isn't what you see
It's inside of me
Just because my face isn't perfect
And I don't always look great
It doesn't mean that I'm a fake
Beauty is also from within
"Beauty is pain."
The phrase I was raised on.
My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother-
Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school,
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.
Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless.
Silky brown skin all among the ends.
I was seven years old when it happened
Wondering what I did to deserve this?
How could a kid like me live with this disease?
Walking into the clinic ready to give up,
All they wanted was for me to give them blood.
makeup
celebrities
perfect bodies
and then there’s me
so much pressure to look the part
they forget to look at our heart
I have awaken amongst the restless, my eyes like the crack of dawn raising from the tired less sleep of being naive and ready to take on the worlds wit and wisdom.
Beauty, Beauty she fell back into her a pool of pressure.
As she felt every ounce of water seeping into her skin
It reminded her of the pressure of being being ideal
as she drowned in her pool of sins
Which is really you,
the person behind the curtain,
or the person your
best friend
boyfriend
parent
ecclesiastical leader
God
#nofilter, #selfie, #natural, #fleek
Hash tags are the holy grail of most social media websites
I can use them to show my followers what I'm wearing
Or show them the memories that I'm sharing
I never really understood why
Instagrammers hashtag
#NoFilter
As if it were some kind of excuse
To say “Hey! If you think I’m ugly, it’s because I have
#Nofilter.”
I find it rather unnecessary to
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm-
stealing from, sharing with,
against, along,
trying to please.
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless.
There are so many things that feel about myself,
That are just....not.
I don't physically flawless.
I can point out everything I hate easily,
The struggle to progress...the power to drive
none will ever no how hard i tried
with evil on one shoulder and the other with pride
no fear in my heart, but yet tears i cried
They say I should be petite
That I shouldn't eat
Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
As a little girl your momma always tells you
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That beauty isn"t only skin deep
That young girls don't need make up and filters
To be pretty
Beautiful.
I am just a word, but when you read me
what do you see?
Am I a famous celebrity or model?
I can feel my blood boil.
My eyes picking out all the imperfections.
Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
Self-seen
The strongest I've ever been
A societal strain
Recites lies and prompts pain
But I
Refuse the abuse
Fight hostility with happiness
And affliction with bliss
To be durable
When I look in a mirror,
I don't see that girl in the movies,
the beauty all the guys are after,
or even the nerd, hiding a banging body
and gorgeous eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses,
When I was a young child, I loved myself.
I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
I am bound to you.
Every moment spend together,
Makes my love even better.
The littlest things you do,
Proves to me that our love is truly true.
My eyes no longer get wetter,
What if being authentic was all that mattered in this world of always having the next big thing? Being what everyone else thinks you should be, doesn't matter.
I am one amongst many
I have a perspective that coUntless cannot fathom to Understand
Mental stability
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
Head to Toe
Where No one knows
the real story of your soul,
They see your hair
and when They stare,
They seem to care
Care too much of how You look.
They think they'll read you like a book.
bags under my eyes and bad breath
saggy cheeks and bad skin
chapped lips and clammy hands
knotted hair and torn nails
these are the things that you see
when you see just me
Society may think,
My skin is flawed,
But it shows years of playing in the sun.
Society may think,
My hair is flawed,
But it shows years of being tossed back in laughter.
"I am Flawless" I mean I guess....I didn't always think so though.
The way my stretch marks curve over my lower.
The baby tooth I have that refuses to come out.
All of our years we work and try to see,
The girl or boy we are supposed to be.
We go through school being judged and bullied,
Just to turn around and judge and bully.
We are called to act with love and kindness,
Flawless
It is just a word
People strive to become it
People die to become it
But it is just a word
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's one person's opinon
I have not always loved myself.
My hips are too big, my eyes are too small, my skin is too uneven, my thighs are too meaty, my hair is too curly, my teeth are too crooked,
Underneath the makeup that you layer everyday
That thick and waterproof courage that still will wash away
You pass the mirror each evening and shudder at the sight
I wake up every morning standing in front of a mirror,
I take on the habit of wasting time on adding a mask that only seems to be acceptable to society.
Everybody tries to fit in to places they don't belong
Like trying to put two pieces of a puzzle together that shouldnt be there
Fit into your own puzzle
Be yourself
Be flawless.
Many people claim they have no beauty,
beauty is not being atractive, truly
we are being blinded by atraction,
that is the great distraction,
Beauty should be what you are
and what you truly be
My hair is messy but healthy,
I look at my figure and I am a success,
I'm nothing but happy and wealthy.
My skin is golden brown,
My lips are big and bold,
My face never has a frown,
love your photograph
it's now all social media
don't fear criteria
getting likes, sharing pictures
everyone has different scriptures.
sometimes people feel insecure
Gazing at the long mirror that attaches to my beige dresser
I have a serious, yet soft look on my face
Three hours of getting ready
Looking at my reflection every morning
Never knowing what to expect
Some days I love it some days I hate it
But one day I look inside the reflection and see someone beautiful
Fear no opinons
Let you be you
Always be who you want to be
Win the hearts of those you love
Love yourself
Express how you feel
Show compassion for others
See the beautiful butterfly you are
No, I am not Kelly Clarkson
I really do have hazel eyes,
Its where my conscience hides
It tells me I am beautiful
But I deny
It sings me lullabys when I cry
about how pretty hurts,
I am not a diamond.
I am not a queen.
I am not a dream.
I am simply me.
I am what I love.
I may not be perfect to you,
but I wouldnt be anyone else.
I look into the mirror and see
Respect my voice for it is stronger and power.
I am bold and brave becasue I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm an artist, freed from logic,
An idealist, un-tied to politics,
I'm a writer, a leader, but no cheater,
I'm a finder, not a keeper.
No one can tie me, I'm a fighter, not a lover,
My back is freckled,
like my fourth grade classmate.
I thought he was cute.
And I have blonde hair
that hangs in my face nonstop.
Well, I'm consistant.
My best feature is
When did "what filter should I use?" become a real question?
Is natural lighting not enough?
The real beauty is in your eyes,
Not in the tint of the screen.
Modern times are curious.
My eyes see the refreshed feed that refresh me and make me see.
Fancily Photoshopped fellas “free of flaws” but they are unable to emulate me.
Modern times are curious, see?
Many women are ashamed of their bodies.
I was.
I hated my stringbean figure,
My straight hair that never does what it is told,
My thick legs,
My freckles,
My glasses and my eye color.
They gave us a number
And told us that it was who we were
They gave us a number
And it ate us whole
They gave us a number
CUT THE RESTRAINTS THAT HAVE HELD YOU BACK
SHUT THE DOOR TO ALL THE NEGATIVE SMACK
BUILD THE BLOCKS OF CONFIDENCE INSIDE YOU
SHILED THE PAST AND PUT OLD THOUGHTS BEHIND YOU
Look in the mirror.What do you see?A girl.Too skinny,Too fat,Too this,Too that. Imperfect is perfect.Those scars,Tiger striped thighs,Bruises on your knees,
Put your makeup on, go to the beauty salon.
Get your nails done, my dear loved one.
Curl your hair, keep it slim their.
run an extra mile, keep your smile
Just so they could like you?
The Girl In the Corner,
Yes the one all alone,
The one who is in the pouring rain,
She has had a troubed past,
Cuts that are like sleaves going up and up her arm,
Her parents both gone,
The way my hair falls on my shoulder,
the mole on my right leg,
and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless.
The scars on my feet,
the way my stomache folds,
and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
The corset is now off,
Putting all the guard down.
What if they should flout or scoff?
Sea of shame, go ahead, drown.
Fabricating to care,
Pitching bad self esteem.
Yet they gossip and stare,
Horrid and Sad
I begin to think
why doesn't anyone love me/
Gruesome is what I had come to believe I was
Little did I know
I was Beautiful
Crying so hard
with no words to say
Why did he buy the sugar free jelly?
Dad what's wrong with sugar
It makes me happy. Why do I need to watch my weight?
What I eat won't define me and
Regular jelly suits me just fine.
That 6 foot 4 inch frame,
That weird way to pronounce my name.
Those giant hands, and big ol' feet,
That nice smile, that no one else can beat.
The quirky disposition,
The adorkable being.
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true.
Our apperance can be deciving,
Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done
Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
Scared in a world with a variety of people, the rejects, the nerds and quiet people .
With the people who belong on stages and are natural leaders , those who belong at the steaple.
So sweet and kind
People may not see it, but I’m not completely blind…
You fill people with joy
With your beautiful smile…
A slim waist.
A perfectly proportioned face.
No shape.
Fake.
The idea of a role model is twisted and deflicted by society.
See girls are told to love them selves
I was givin a certain way to dress, look, hell even feel before I was born
so when I was told " Your not doing it right" it sounded to me kinda foreign
how was I was suppose to know, I thought this was me
It seems to come out of nowhere, that feelings where you suddenly care about your appearance.
Does this dress make me look fat?
How the hell does one answer that?
It’s obviously a trick question.
Answer only with discretion.
You're here for a reason,
Believe you are,
And you'll find out why,
Believe you can,
And you'll touch the sky,
Believe in faith,
As your journey progresses,
Believe in life,
So, why do you hide?
So, why is it that you cry with a smile covering your face?
For why, do you cover what's inside?
Let it come as the frost that covers the ground.
I am proud of myself. Can be honest? Looking through my past poems, my past words, my past thoughts, all I can think is how far I have come.
I remember the first day I looked in the mirror and said,
“Not good enough.”
I saw the red blotches on my face,
The rolls on my stomach when I sat down,
HelloIs all you have to sayas we walk each other by.Instead you let my presence go missingbecause I entangle vowels with consonantssynchronize self-love with confidence.too ethnic
What is my desire?
What am I trying to say?
The words come freely in my lines;
the lines roll easily off the page.
Yet,
there's something that takes a hold.
Growing up in this world you are taught to envy others
But why are we jealous of those in magazines or on TV
Rather than wanting to be exactly like our mothers
'Perfect' people plastered everywhere is all we see
I see youWith the razorAnd youWith the lighterI notice your scratchesAnd I hear your silent criesWhile you grip that rope
I need you to live
I need you to see
That all the homophobia
Isn't all of reality
"It Gets Better"
Many youtube subscribers preach
Listen to them
They are actually in your reach
Here I sitand wonder why.Why am I here?Is it just to die?Or is there a reasonFor this crazy world?A reason to be hereto spin and to twirl?
Sometimes, enough is enough
you tap out before the going actually gets tough
nevertheless, no one else is in your position except you
battling and fightng to get through
I am tired of living.
I wished I lived in one of those fantasy lands where everything is great.
But who doesn’t.
Who am I kidding myself.
It’s not like it would make me feel any better.
It drove her mad.
To lunacy occasionally, when occasionally meant most days. She did not
know how to remove it.
I see a flower blooming in the dark. No sunlight or fed nights
Shes a little seed tryna live life
Got a hold on of what she can't see
Being fooled by those...
I injected my soul with meaningless concepts of beauty and love that I borrowed from mainstream media and magazine covers.
Am I pretty yet?
Love thyself.
Such a simple, yet complex phrase.
We want others to love us and to accept us.
To trust us.
To want us.
I'm against my people, but my people are against me
They look me into my eyes, but skin pigment is all they see
Light skin, dark skin as if we aren't allnblack
We are suppose to be unified, but unity is what we lack
We waste our time of day fretting over our subdual to the nachos
We waste our time of day obsessing over the knick in our expensive boots
It's funny how things work
I'm from a city that tries to make you forget your worth.
A city full of broken dreams and promises,
Guns ringing off on summer nights,
Don't hold back.
Show them what you're made of.
Make them regret looking over you.
Let them hate they didn't give you a chance.
Don't focus too much on them,
Of all the dreams I dreams
I think about my self-esteem
It might me high, it might be low
Just talk to me, so at least you’ll know
It's all about the money,
It's all about the popularity.
I don't think I fit in with it.
Don't want to be a part of it.
I tried I couldn't handle it,
I took my pride and I ran with it.
I saw angels fall down,
just as tears tears hit the ground.
Her fists shatters the glass
not a second too fast.
The image repeats,
she hates what she sees.
Born with a story,
that includes all my woman ancestor's strength
that co-habits with my own.
I stand by what i believe is worth crying over
and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
Take a good look at me,
Go on, tell me what you see.
Do you see beauty, rich and deep,
I was hoping to find someone
And at first, I found you
And you were beautiful and turbulent
But perpetually untrue
I thought I was left with no one
And maybe I was back then
Aim to become all that you hope to be, all that you dream to be, all that you will be
Your sterotypes are almost correct,
Though not quite precise
Here
Let me tell you about Fried Chicken,
Because it takes more to get it right.
You need salt and pepper
Seasoning salt…
out of a garden, a garden filled with rows,
of assorted roses, a dandelion grows.
pricked and looked down upon, the dandelion hides,
waiting with patience for somone to find
We focus too much on things that do not matter. A meaningless focus equates to a meaningless result
Was there ever more a morning in July,
Were a pair embraced
A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly
M'lord was that love,
Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind,
If so be it
M'lord
I love thee
Oh, the things I've done,
Working before dawn, midnight doubles for fun,
College is helpless when you're an immigrant's son.
Oh, the things I've done,
License expired so the bus is a must,
My passion isn't like any other
My passion is the kind of passion
that doesn't point its finger but its palm
It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm
therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
He told me I was beautiful
we talked all day
he listened to my problems
laughed at my jokes
Love...you know, the thing that makes people blind
All the while, you become more beautiful everyday
But maybe thats just in my eyes...
There is a mountain if front of every one of us when we are born,
Each one a different size,
Your shoes will get worn, your clothes will be torn,
But you must get to the top to reach the prize.
It’s so confusing seeing with a deaf mind.
Wanting to take action, but afraid of what might occur.
Craving the embrace of your world, but shying away with fear of being hurt.
Right now while you’re staring at this screen there’s a girl out there
A boy out there
And they are looking in the mirror and screaming so loud you can’t hear them
A walk along the beach..A whisper in the wind..Without these things, I could no longer pretend.A hike among the trees..A nap in a meadow..I'm never followedby your ominous shadow.
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
She, she knows all of what love is not. It comes to her like a foreign language nobody has ever cared to teach her.
Oh My Gosh, I Hate Myself!
I am hideously atrocious.
Why can’t I look like her?
She is gorgeous; a size zero; tall; model-like.
Everyone adores her.
Why can’t I look like her?
I'd change my face
The large pores, the dimpled chin
Sharpen the roundness, put teeth in a brace
if the boy you love consistently asks for sex but refuses to treat you like the goddess you are, leave him
Everyone wants me to change
never pleased
this or that
as long as I'm not me
Whether it's my hair
or my grades
my weight
or my face
Everyone wants me to change
But I won't
If I could change
If I could fix every little
insecurity
that lies within my mind
would I, even be I?
I could fix my nose
or figure
by funneling foreign substances
into my body
Look into this mirrorAsk me what I seeThe answer could be really simple,I see me! Only the outside; just what everybody else sees
There was a sad story,
well it was more horrible than any.
A story of a woman,
a young woman at that...
A woman who spoke kind words,
and never felt or suffered hurt.
I see the puppies,
coddled and stroked-
cooed at and held.
So innocent and sweet,
as they nibble at your fingers.
I see the dogs
as they stand
by an owners side-
Jealousy is a disease,
Eating away all uniqueness;
Distorting the beautiful image starring back.
You were taught as a kid to be nice not mean
but growing up you were taught to stand up for what you believe, so
if a bully calls you out " your ugly, you stink , those eyes are too big" is it wrong to fight but
Stop searching,Let it go,There are times to use your eyes,for now, let it flow.Be the being of brokenhearted brutality,if that’s who you are.
They told her she could sing
She didn’t really hear it
She figured she could carry a tune
But she didn’t feel special
They told her she was smart
She didn’t really think so
You think because you have placed your hand ever so lightly on my thigh
without a flinch
that you can touch me like that?
My eyes never begged for more
only my heart yearned to be felt...not my body
everyone, listen up, wake up, sit up.Put on your make up.Scratch that, who needs that shit you are pretty enough without it.Not many girls can see that today, instead they are pasting urban decay
I hope that by now you have caught all the butterfliesthat once freely fluttered within your intestines.And instead of killing them,you keep them in a Mason jarfor the next time you’re numb
Each and everyday
The faces look the same
Even when my feelings stray
Maybe I’m the one to blame.
If only you were who I look for
I know you all better than you’ll speak
And life becomes a bore
Legs are supposed to be for carrying you across vast seas of gray pavement and sharp green grass
Open your eyes, she needs someone!
From her eyes tears run
She tries to smile
At least for a while
She once knew fun
Where is the sun
The darkness has come
Its been the path for miles
Who do you love?
Simple isn’t it?
Mothers. Fathers, family all around.
We love the mere sight of a lovely sound.
The sorrow of those lost but never forgotten.
We love being at peace, with the demon inside us.
We have our moments, lets get over it, and smile in those moments. i want to stay in your moment of life. so, in the meant time, maybe your dream time, even in between time, let me hold you down.
People have gone on and on for so long,
That they love their things and the people in their lives.
If you ask them to describe the things the love about others,
Do not let them cage you.
You are strong
and smart
and beautiful.
Cages are for animals.
You are not an animal.
Do not let them put you in a box.
You are loving
and brave
History has shaped the way we feel, think, and act.
Time heals most things, but it doesn't change the past.
Many people today, African-Americans especially
Have done many things that just aren't necessary.
today the secrets outyou are beautifulthat you would ever think otherwise is a crimeyou are beautifula flower no matter the colorno matter the shapeno matter the sizeit is beautiful
Remember back then when I said I was all for me yeah I lied Writing this at 3 am with my pillow full of tears that I've cried Why did I lie maybe because I thought saying it to myself would make it real
I do not like that.
The weird place.
The odd shape.
The abnormality.
I do not like much.
Not what I see.
Not how I see it.
Not much at all.
"But this is okay."
They point out.
Jealousy is a strange thing;
like drinking cold coffee in the dark,
like howling for the moon to sacrifice its light
or watching a
beautiful couple
Her electric soul,
her aching soul
is scared and shines a
cowardly light.
They call her humble,
humble and divine.
Who wouldn’t love a girl
with skin so fine?
"Hey, guess what I heard" started it all,
It wasn't meant to hurt but
It did... I didn't know it would
Turn out this way.
"I heard she's a slut!" filled the air
That we all breathed in and
Beauty is within ones true self
Beauty is far pass looks and wealth
You stand tall and dont ever doubt yourself
Dont ever try to compare what your beauty should be
They say when you cry you'reWEAK"Suck it up " they sayUnknowingly they force you to hold back your tearsBut don't hold them back ; crying is nothing more than escaping pain
Many dream of popularity, riches, and wealth,
but what they overlook is the guidance to the right of your shelf.
Act like this, act like that, and be who you see,
but life isn't all about being who you percieve.
Do you know how it feels?
to not be comfortable in your own skin?
waking up everyday
and wishing
you looked like someone else
finding beauty in everything
in everyone
but yourself
But don’t take too many pictures
Heard they could steal your soul
I was told that they could eat you up whole
Or worst puncture a hole in that sweet little heart
Remember the times I used to call you sweetheart?
Family is supposed to understand your pain
Family is supposed to be there to keep you sane
So what happens when a family falsely cares?
You keep smiling and take all that you can bare
Dark beauty that hides behind her eyes, no one knows the secrets she holds. The hint of a real smile on her face but everything else is fake. She doesn’t want to feel like she has to try to be confident.
I write because I can be happy
I write because I can be free
Writing helps me express unwanted & hidden feelings
Writing is what showcases ME
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore.
That dress you are wearing is so last season.
You haven't post anything on Facebook yet.
The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
They always has an opinion
formulating what's wrong or right
They utter words that damage hearts
destroy dreams
and alter lives
Who are you? Who am I?
Am I your child or am I your toy?
Am I a reflection of who you are
or who you wanted to be?
Am I someone you can feed your dirty lies to?
Someone to hide all your secrets.
No is to yes
As silence is to aquiesce
I told you no
But yes ripped through my body like a thousand hammers bearing down on my will power
Your eyes insisted as my body resisted
They are broken, shaking, bitter and lost—
I know it well.
I have been standing in the dark
Shadowy corner of my cave,
Shivering in the mildewed enclosure.
I have scraped at these rocks
I wanna be the bitch in the media.
I wanna be shallow and have power
I wanna have the power to tell girls they’re inadequate
I wanna fuck up self esteems, hurt feelings, kill dreams
I’m talking about crown on my head & power in my palms.
Closed fist in the air as I defend my cause,
To be treated like royalty and never anything less,
For I know my worth, so don’t take my warm heart for weakness.
Sometimes it seems like you just can't stand it,
Watching as some people take things for granted.
They think they have what it takes to make it through,
But trust me they're no more better off than me or you.
