self-acceptance
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calm down
they say
you are fine
they say
Stop. Stop feeling this way
and you will be okay
but how?
How do I stop my brain
from spiraling out of control
I was used to the struggle, the suffering, the pain and disappointments that life kicked out.
I thought it was expected to feel neglected, rejected and best to just accept it than let hope replace doubt.
How much time have I wasted throughout the course of my life?
It’s as if every meaningless action carves away at my will with a knife.
The misery of war lies a heavy burden on my psyche
Every night, I question who I am and why I’m here, despite
My family’s need and my desire of adequacy
My life is like a Hepburn Rose.
Unknown and just as pink as innocence itself.
I never understood how life could go from easy to difficult.
I couldn’t take the purple bruising pain.
I apologize
My self-consciousness is heavy
My pride is immesive
And as the years go on, my happiness has only gotten more expensive
For you, and only you.
Some days will be submerged in Déjà vu. Others will be as dark as the thoughts she’s trying to shake.
One-minute white pure light surrounds her, the next, hot flames burn
throughout her body.
Sincerely, the rejuvenated people.
This is a letter to self.
This is the bulldozer for self-hate and poor reflection.
To Aliza Le
I remember, sister--
The boys who used to pick at my sexuality like daisies
There she stands
On a precipice—the steepest in her mind,
Overlooking wrong and right;
What is true, what is false;
What can help, what can hurt
Constantly in pain
My own thoughts driving me insane
Life is just a drain
But the misery is only in my brain
A family that is perfection
Offers me protection
I am the infection
I got three legs.
I lost one in a brawl
I realized as I stood up so shaky
I thought I might fall.
Happy, I yap.
You had just walked in.
And exactly the moment you saw me
Myself: who am I?
Should that be a question or an affirmation?
Who I am... is wonderful.
I cannot be anyone but myself.
It is funny to wake up every morning being the same person...
I spent so much time growing up
That I forgot who I was
What I wanted
And all that snuff.
I went ahead and did things
Some of them I'm proud of,
Many of them I'm not.
Without sight or scent;Formless; Lacking frameYou none would dare rejectBut neither could they claim.
Look at those matted strands upon your head
Spots on your face like a dalmatian
Your knees knock knocking while you clamber
down the street
You ! Yea you
I see you
Lost in a world of rules. Lost in what is said to be cool. Voices screaming how I should be. Voices constantly telling me. Lost looking for the light. Lost in an endless fight. Realization of who I should be. Realization that I am me.
It come in an array of body sizes
with a structure capturing other
ethnicity eyes.
Although in a negative disguise,
a black woman’s butt was seen as a disgrace.
Now look all over the place.
Oh this skin of mine
So silky and smooth
Deep reddish brown
Stares it ensues
These eyes of mine
So deep and so brown
Don't stare too long
Or in love you will drown
This hair this hair of mine
