empowerment
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See Dark skin just mean more sun block,
it got absolutely nothing to do with 'Races'.
It Just means Your Ancestor,
lived in places closer to the Equator.
the Sun was stronger,
For far too long now, I have been letting people get in my head and try and bring me down,
But I am finally at the point where I am taking back control, and I am turning it all around.
All of my heroes were housewives
Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine
Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind
So long it's been
Left forgotten,
But still remembered
Now I return to an old home,
Looking at the memories in the rooms
Carved on the walls, buried in floorboards
Progression one failure at a time!
How much character can one build in a lifetime,
through constant turmoil, embarrassment, and
Failure after failing, after being failed
You know my name you don’t know my story Don’t know how many times I’ve struggled to stand before He. With a fake smile and lyin eyes Didn’t know what I was doin-Compromise. Traded my happiness for a drinkTraded my lows for highsWanted everything
***WHEN YOU FEEL YOUR JOURNEY OF LIFE IS IN PAIN.
DON'T BE AFRAID OF THAT, THIS IS THE PATH THROUGH WHICH YOU GAIN***
***FORGIVE ALL AND FORGET THE BAD EXPERIENCIES WHICH MAKES OUT YOUR ENERGY DRAIN.
school days!
school days!
learning for the boys
but the girls are just toys
pass them around
and then
just deny it
school days!
school days!
boys can come shirtless
I don't want to have meaningless sex just to get it out of the way.
I want a love that's real,
Powerful,
Exciting.
I don't want something that's based solely on physical attraction and longing.
Watch as I burn,And turn into ashes.Look at the smoke,The ember, and the spark,As they fade through the dark.As if they were nothing.As if they were a dream.And now, you’re finally awake.
Qatari rain falls only in the winter...
Hailstorm in Spring!With next of kin
Will make ya thinkDeeperProfound Thoughts more present -Homebound Ain't no more sound
Trans woman so powerful,
All my sisters collateral.
Never go on sabbatical,
Cause the change could be radical.
I keep a s on my chest like a tat on me,
I never thought I feel this way to fall in love is so strange
My heart speaks but my head has fear I want you close..
no no.. I’m scared that's way too near.
It all started one day,
and I had no clue
of what was coming my way
I can't believe it's true.
I was told it would happen,
Clouds float high in the sky.
They are the apple of my eye.
They are so far, yet so near.
They are so solid, yet so clear.
How fast and scattered they can change.
Yet, they are never in dissarange.
So …. What's In A Word ?
Well A Word Like ... F**K ...
Can Possibly Mean You've Run Out of Luck ... !!!
Scarlet flames of fire
dance across my fingers.
The light cannot harm me,
for I am its master.
Fire bends to my will,
and dies at my command.
The dark can't consume me,
she doesn't need a hero
she doesn't want a prince
she's not some princess in a tower surrounded by thorns below
she's been left before by princes and heros, she's been on her own ever since
Birthed in the shackled knees of virtue lay the bleeding heart of my mother
A spirit drenched in heartache and skin carved from the hues of the Earth
The different layer of black skin
See My roots run deep
deeper than the curves of my mouth
and the width of my hips
she slips in the room smooth as melted chocolate
I once was told, if you want to be someone in life- it starts now.
Not tomorrow, not next week, but right now.
The effort you put in today, determines the outcome of tomorrow.
You will reap what you sow.
The water crashes over my body
and my ears are invigorated with its sensation:
It's cold in here.
I close my eyes.
I see colors and hues
Dripping.
Down.
Down.
Down.
in*spi*ra*tion
what a silly little word for a
forever changing fact.
what is the point of being inspired
if the product of inspiration is
nothing but disappointment?
this.
I saw her body for what it was, her tender skin, her juicy rump- a hunk of meat.
While others longed to caress her soft curves,
Imagine what I can do…
I can stop racism, or at least try to change the racist minds of the world.
Make others see that, we are all skin and bones, but with different souls.
red, white, and blue
what does this mean to you?
parades and pride,
a country you take in stride.
that's what the colors should do for you.
I walked down the aisle
Wearing a pretty smile
I woke up in the morning
And found a wish by my side
Everything seemed so easy in the clearing
I was so happy and smiled
They’re hardworking. They’re talented.
The staff is very dedicated.
They desire for the youth to be heard.
In addition, they fill one another.
With the power needed to move on.
“You owe it to me”
He says, with a genuine tone
“Come with me girl
Keep me company
Don’t you leave me all alone”
“No”
“You’re nothing but a dirty, nasty female”
His words rang in my ear
Rang in the air
The venom in his tone flooded the classroom
You ready
I'm ready
You ready
I'm ready
Ok
I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox
I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
Traumatized
Shaking, Crying
not leaving home
because the nightmares keep following you
Keys in your fist
Pepper Spray in the other
Creator is to artist
as scientist is to technician.
I ain't no fucking electrician.
I am electricity.
I have velocity.
Enough for an attrocity.
No animosity.
But I got to be
Her fingers and spark
was such finesse
No one really knew
how to love it/
People tried to hold her
but every time
Do I intimidate you?
With the way I wear my skin
Do you fear the way I stand?
Because I don't let my insecurities win
Can you handle the way I walk
like I've got red carpet beneath every step
Do I intimidate you?
With the way I wear my skin
Do you fear the way I stand?
Because I don't let my insecurities win
Can you handle the way I walk
like I've got red carpet beneath every step
La Boca
the mouth
Mi Boca
My mouth
I speak but I am hushed
Callate me dicen
No one should be allowed to speak
tienes poder
Lo tienes?
Do you have power?
No.
No more swooshes on black bands
a powerful woman, once forgotten
she is feared by men of all lands
Srong, glowing, winner
fast, competitive, sinner
VICTORY emblazoned on her back
I am not your magic wand. I will not come when you beckon for my flesh. I will not grant your every wish like a genie in a lamp, a slave to your waking whim. I am not chained in bonds of service. Nathan is a free elf.
My heart feels like it's been punched in my chest my cramps feel like my stomach wants to pop my head feels like it wants to explode with fire with a fever
My body feels like it wants to shake with nerves
When I close my eyes I woke up at a wonderful place. I felt cold like ice of snow.
As I walked through a bright light.
The light was so bright that my eyes were closed.
I walked up there was a tree.
When I was young everyone around me called me a princess.
I wore the dresses, I had a kingdom, I was loved,
but most of all I waited for a prince to come.
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.
Power
It isn't held within those who can afford it
Power
Is being the one to stand up when no one else does
Power
Power
It isn't held within those who can afford it
Power
Is being the one to stand up when no one else does
Power
The dark of the womb
The warmth of a mother’s touch
All the safety I felt when I was a child.
Slowly dissipated in the air
Randomly—Change was subtle and all at once
As my body morphed
why do some people think that they have to be perfect.
I belive in this world no one is perfect.
why do some people think that being perfect is a full time job.
That’s the sound of the world stopping
September 18th, 2018.
To this day, when I picture you,
All I hear are snakes.
Stop, get out of my thoughts.
Get out of my mind.
I pushed you out for a reason.
I block your name out at the thought.
I still can’t help but flinch when I hear your name.
Over the years I have been young, but not young minded
Ive been strong, but not full of power.
I have grown and glown over time; swiftly you might think
faster than you could count to nine.
The sun comes down through the dark clouds
The lights go out on a melancoly hill
The dark comes when the light is out of bounds
The light decays in my hands like a disolving pill
Light doesn't last a day or two
I write to disappear
From my problems
From the world
I write because sometimes it feels like only paper will listen to me
I write because I want to feel alive
Unsure eyes well with tears -
Hair donated mere hours ago.
Shorter than it has ever been,
Reflecting the fuse inside.
Pallid hands grip the vanity,
Don’t come around here and act like nothing happened.
Don’t act like you didn’t break me.
Like you didn’t poke and prod until there was nothing but fragments of what was.
The Black Sheep feels no appreciation
The Black Sheep feels no love
Looked down upon by her own flock
Mistreated by the ones who love her the most
Well Supposed to
The clock mocks me with its ticking.
Dumb. Stupid. Idiot.
Dumb. Stupid. Idiot.
Dumb. Stupid. Idiot.
I'm Dumb. I'm Stupid. I'm an Idiot. I have a learning disability.
Though..
The past three years have been the
hardest
strongest
most vulnerable
time of my life.
2016
granny died suddenly, stage 4 pancreatic cancer
two weeks,
three days,
gone.
When I was younger, the possibilities were endless.
My dreams were all in reach, but now I forget this.
A feeling of freedom I no longer remember,
Lost to an act so long ago, a kid already but I didn’t know
what it was you that you did and yet although
I was so naïve I could tell how wrong it was to not go
I’m angry. And I have a right to be. Because ain’t nobody fighting hard enough for our EQUALITY.
perserverance . So I focused.
strength . So I needed faith.
tired . So I gained power.
weak . So I kept going.
push. Until I gained courage.
through. So I felt the drive.
I am not defined by the color of my hair or the size of my hips
You can’t make me believe that all I am worth is what you tell me
I am not worthless, because I’ve made a world of differences to the ones who know me best
you said i
couldn’t do it
but all you did
was remind me
that my power
was from within
and my flames
burned from embers
buried deep within
the soul i have
nurtured and built
I am a human, last time I checked.
Did my awkward bumbling block me
from being the best I could have been?
"You have so much potential?"
Then why does it seem I feel empty?
Catch the Vision!
Reach high for your goals!
Seize each opportunity!
Never let go!
Never stop learning and you’ll surely find wellsprings of knowledge as endless as time!
Catch the Vision!
Reach high for your goals!
Seize each opportunity!
Never let go!
Never stop learning and you’ll surely find wellsprings of knowledge as endless as time!
"The moment has arrived.
The day I've always imagined is here.
I spent nights without sleeping for this.
This is all you've ever wanted,
but you are scared.
It's now or never",
I would say to myself.
I was seven years old when I learned I wasn’t white
I was seven years old
And a student in Ms. Moran’s first grade class
My cheeks were pink and my nose turned up
How many times have your parents pulled you aside and had THE TALK
see black people have a different talk than your usual sex talk
When you live with anxiety for so long it almost becomes a routine in your head.
Like a clock ticking in the background as you try go along with your day ignoring the thoughts that still exist in your head.
You can see it.
Here it is. A new place. A big place. Bigger than before.
People passing, moving - always moving.
But stop.
Can you hear me?
Are you moving too fast? Looking every other way but here?
You can see it.
Here it is. A new place. A big place. Bigger than before.
People passing, moving - always moving.
But stop.
Can you hear me?
Are you moving too fast? Looking every other way but here?
This is for all the brothers and sisters that fell before their time.
Laying on their back because of another's crime.
Time to open our eyes and step out our cage.
You see me with a hoody on maybe dressed in all black and you think I'm gonna
rob something in a store.
But I have my hood on because it's chilly, and I'm just here for some Takis.
How to be pretty if you are unfortunate with your looks; a WikiHow
Be realistic, are you “ugly” or just simply average?
Average is normal
See me...
That's all I ask,
Not for what I have but for who I am.
See me as a person, Not as a product,
I am not some thing, I am someone.
A woman to be precise,
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit
It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit
'Cause the more you give, the more they want
He created me from the clay that He created you with
My heart chants your name
My eyes brim with unshed tears
It's cold
I'm frustrated
Thinking of quitting
Yet, he's my stronghold
Take a deep breath
Examine the scene
Hold it all in
It's not life or death
Captain, surely they cannot expect me to lead.
Surely there will be instructions left for me.
This ocean is vast and will swallow you whole
surely a child isn’t meant to battle it alone.
You created who I am today, who I strive to be
You gave me life
You loved me
You put a shelter over me head
You gave me a bed to sleep in
A winter's day
On a snowy and freezing evening
I am alone
Sitting in a room full of warm bodies
Surrounded by laughter and chatter
Charming she is.
Nifty sits in her eyes
tummbleweed sout in her pom poms
fast and funny
badass funky
and bold as ice cream
sweet strawberry.
A petunia with a heavy punch
She's packin;
Though we are convicted walking down the streets. We are not the enemy
your here to protect many. Sure many were criminals but, to what intent not
to harm only to fight back with no work, no intelligence, no money. We are
I am who I am and I don't plan on changing
I have blood on my hands and my storm is still raging
I fought all I could, but my battle is over
You took all the luck from my old four leaf clover
You don’t know how you plucked my heart like a rose and it skipped a beat as you
whispered the sweetness of sonnets.
It is 2018.
It is time.
Time to end the stereotypes and say its fine.
Throw away your barbies.
And say it out loud!
I won’t take it anymore
A person you trust
Gives a quiet hush
With nothing to had, to love or to lust
The person you know, gives a quiet hush
Wombs.
It’s where we all come from
And it would be wise to
Respect
Them.
Too many times
It’s taken upon
Men
To neglect
Them.
Degrade them.
And even
As a person born into privilege, I've never had to worry about going homeless,
going hungry,
being forced into prostitution,
or being ignored due to my race or religion.
Thank you for this life
A life where shadows sing
Where losses are seen as gains
Where I can have a vision for everything
Thank you for this life
A life where notes can speak
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
What do I call myself?
If the world sees me differently
than I see myself?
If I’m a blancita?
Blancita, a white girl.
Am I just a white girl?
I love you But not enough To give up the universe inside meLet its planets fall out of or
I won't be quiet
I won't shut my mouth
I'm always right, especially when I'm wrong
Never underestimate my strength, because my size and high pitched voice is just a front
I wear my crown proudly, because I can
"we're going to write poems"
my heart dropped to the floor.
"we're going to write poems"
my brain croaked with lifelessness.
"we're going to write poems"
and i pursued an escape.
Its been 18 yrs
Riding with you
Rollercoaster rides and singing the Blue's
I gave U every girl you needed
I became any girl you wanted
After all those years Wasted!!
Now U wanna be with me?
No!!
when i couldn't turn to anyone
words put on paper let me feel
comfort in the simple words
she, he, they
a lover of poetry and people
SELF-WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME...SELF-CANT YOU STOP WAIT AND SEE....WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE TO ACHIEVE...SELF-WHY KEEP DOUBT ON YOUR MIND....SELF-IF THEY DONT LIKE YOU, YOULL BE JUST FINE...
You rip off your clothes and he tears off his. Wait.
Come back you’re going too far.
See my clothes are my inner feelings and things I cannot express.
The emotions forming within me need some form of releaseSwirling, seething, the anxious beast lurks beneathTo bury inside what needs to come out, it is a dangerous feat nonetheless
it’s 2am.
for her
it’s the start of a bottomless pit.
writing
pushes her
into the
deepest recesses of her mind.
As I play with your tiny toes and teeny hands,
I can’t help but think of the future at hand.
These little toes will soon walk,
In lands where all kinds of people talk.
Pretty ladies with a handsome man
Flock and squawk nonsensically
Are silly and full of mindless fantasies
The man is powerful
He can do anything
Beautiful lady with a crowd of men
Pretty ladies with a handsome man
Flock and squawk nonsensically
Are silly and full of mindless fantasies
The man is powerful
He can do anything
Beautiful lady with a crowd of men
Over thousands of moments and breaths lost to useless protest,
My throat continues to grow more raw, more strangled,
To the point my heart cannot carry even my deepest motivations into my words.
Hungry, my brain’s insatiable appetite devours sweet, skillfully written words
The lines flow, a river of rhymes, winding down a path of metaphors and similes
My mind was jumbled, like a puzzle piece trying to fit into a mold
that wasn’t shaped for me.
Trying to come up with the reason as to
why I couldn’t be both.
She, with elusive fluidity,
was an advocate for all female creatures.
Beginning to entertain the idea that women are on this earth
A real man will know your body is sacred
His desires are more than fruit from a tempress' garden
He will be pactient
He will not try to decieve
If he is a man
Then he will only see you
Dear glass child
The way the sun shines through you is blinding It looks like heavens pouring out of your skin
Dear glass child
You are so beautiful
apatheticly optimistic in hopes of being domestic
but
my veins scream with the breath of the wild welcome to the forest
dearest flower child
Dear attacker,
It has been so long since I’ve seen your face
yet I feel I will never forget it
brown eyes
pale skin
white teeth
the most charming smile
It's been so long since I've seen her.
That little girl I used to know so long ago.
When she was little she sat for hours and stared off into space.
Hoping for a better life, wishing for things to change.
Dear brown girl,
They don’t know why
You are dripping in melanin
And honey and cocoa butter.
They don’t know that
Dear Dad,
Where were you?When mom was working 24/7 to put food on the table.
Where were you?
When your own flesh and blood came into the world unstable.
Where were you?
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry it has to be like this.
I wish you were able to get a good night's sleep instead of dozing on a lumpy hospital chair all night,
And having to go to work the next day.
Dear me,
If only I could’ve warned you
If only I could’ve taught you
For there are things you’ll lose and never find
For there is a pain we have that I no longer mind
Dear me,
Dear Hearing,
It’s been almost ten years since I’ve heard from you.
The discovery of your abrupt disappearance etched into my memory.
I know now, that it was only a matter of time before you left.
Dear Jessica,
What does a man feel like?
Is he soft like trampled moss?
Or scratchy like peeled back bark?
Does his smile warm your heart?
Dear Jessica,
What does a man feel like?
Is he soft like trampled moss?
Or scratchy like peeled back bark?
Does his smile warm your heart?
Lo mismo
Un angel maldicho
una prostituta debil
un rey mudo
una silla en medio del bosque
un coche sin manejador
Dear Perfect Stranger Who’s Trying to Help,
I’m doing the best I can with the tools I have
Just trying to make life go right
In a world that seems all wrong
To Humankind,
It was not a human hand,
That rolled the planets into spheres
And placed them side by side.
It was not our fingers
You may be dressed in a most elegant shade,
But I know it is merely a facade
because I behold intelligence in your eyes.
Dear Alexander,
I hope there is never a day you understand what I mean by my want to pick apart, destroy, and ruin just as I had felt you had done to me.
Pardon me while I speak from my roots
By this, I mean the beginning of my hair follicles
So excuse me if my words sound twisted or dark by nature
If you catch my drift.
Joined and denounced by many
Talking.
Talking is hard.
Breathing, eating, sleeping.
It all seems hard.
From the time I was a young girl to now, everything has been hard.
Exspressing my feelings is hard but I have a dream.
we are people, not objects or products, not apologies or excusesoften dehumanized and abused, as if we are not your sisters, mothers and daughtersmen have the audacity to mistreat
Dear Future Self, I am writing this right now because I need scholarship money. High school is ending soon, and I am overwhelmed.
Hush...Be quite little girl
Don’t speak
Just Smile without your teeth
Hush...Be quite little girl
You should be afraid
Just look good for the men and shouldn’t care what they say
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.
Can someone explain the meaning of life?
Is it like a swimming pool filled with knives?
Or like trying to swim in a dry ocean?
Or is it like creating a potion?
How can just four letters be so complex?
As a child,
so fragile, so pure
you broke my confidence
as the blood rushed to my face
when you said that I would never be anything
in front of the whole class
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?
"I am frustrated
so very frustrated."
It's all for the best,
I swear.
It's all just a way to make you see
Dear Women of the 20th Century,
Women you are stronger then this
Women don’t let men down-size you
When you have all the qualifications but they turn you away
Be soft as a rock
Dear Edward Said,
What have you done?
What have you done to me
You have torn open my old wounds
Those festering razor slashes
Dozens,
Accumulated over years,
Every time I realized
To my future daughter,
I had hope to never have you,
but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted,
rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
The brown eyes that I fell in love with made me feel safe. They gave me comfort on rainy days and illuminated my heart when I told you it was grey. That was when we confirmed our love, you told me I was sweet as a blooming passionflower.
Dear Ex,
I’m not plastic. I’m real, but you didn’t want that.
You wanted something recycle and used over and over again.
You never wanted lovin, you wanted 5 minutes of a “good time”.
Because I love you, I will continue to follow my dreams
I will expect the respect that I deserve.
I will make my own decisions and I will be independent.
I asked my mama,
Why must we go?
She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze.
"For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
HEY!, DON'T TOUCH ME RIGHT THERE!!!!
I AM A LADY!!!!
Im no one of these easy chicks
Im not the one to get up in it quick
I AM A LADY!!!!
I'm not gonna allow you to touch my ass
Because I love you,
Ill ignore the aberration
feeling in my heart.
Because I love you,
Ill ignore all of the belated
compliments you've given me.
He loves me when I smile
He loves me when I laugh
He loves me even when he calls me silly names
He loves me when he calls me bitch or stupid
I don't care when his words are mean
Because he loves me
For me,
you were a miracle,
a secret,
untouchable, youthful,
my favorite metaphor,
but it turned into the darkest poem,
you took what I had to give,
until there was nothing left,
Once upon a time, a man fell in love
With a stunning woman under the sea;
They seemed to fit, so when push came to shove
He asked her to be his queen, with much glee.
Once upon a time,
A princess sat inside a tomb
-a crystal coffin set by dwarves
beneath the light of crescent moon-
They watched her blink her glassy eyes
I am engulfed the many flames
you've lit, with the intention of setting my vision ablaze
Yet they only seem to act as fuel to my internal flame
Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Once upon a time
She glided along the castle floors
Cold hard marble against her warm soft feet
She lived but yet she was not alive
What would I change
If I could what would I rearrange
about myself
my health?
my community
my reality
If I could
should
be honest
probably my weight
or my face
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.
In stories like Cinderella,
the princesses always end up with a prince.
But what if they didn’t?
Would the endings make you wince?
There once lived a prince with a high status quo
and a pauper whose status meant naught
but a fated encounter
brought them together
and the prince indeed fell in love
I am the KID you see before you smiling
I will be there to comfort you to stop you from crying
But behind closed doors I have my fears to hide
These classic fairytales have got it all wrong.
For starters, if the word typical is a synonym for classic, why is it impossible for me to relate them to my life?
These are not typical stories.
When I speak it goes unheard but when I'm silent it speaks words
I don't care about the actions you percieve but to me I'm more than an average chick
I'm a powerful black queen
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall
Please ignore their sugared stories.
Listen to our ancient lore.
Don’t speak of happy endings.
Not knowing what we bled for.
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall
Please ignore their sugared stories.
Listen to our ancient lore.
Don’t speak of happy endings.
Not knowing what we bled for.
Your voice is one of the most powerful instruments you are born with,
It has both ended wars and started them all with a flick of a tongue.
It conveys our emotions and sings our songs.
Little Red Nametag goes on a walk
She's spent half of her day at her job on the clock
And retail pays well and it gives her a living,
But customer service isn't worth the penny.
if you wanna be a princess,
there are some things you have to know:
how to be polite,
not ask questions,
plan ahead.
sit still, ana, so that
black girlYour skin is of goldIt shines ever so brightly in the sunThe sun kisses your skin ever so softlyCreated from brown sugar, cocoa, and honeyOh so sweet you areBlack girl
once upon a time, a time in the distant.
a time for the future.
a time too far out of reach for the princess of today.
we are the the warriors, the godesses.
the nuturers,
the consultants,
Once upon a time…
There was this lovely lady who wanted nothing more than to be free from her wicked step-mother and sisters
After a few months of putting up with the abuse she left, disappeared to never return
my body might not be strong enough to be a shield
but my mind is undeniably a sword
my voice summons me to the forefront
and the world is my battlefield—
The times her curly hair flew as she walked
Those brown eyes, wondering, waiting
For someone to catch her
From falling into an abyss of agony.
This girl didn't want to grow up
and face reality
It is not just the I am not pretty enough for them, or the it is my fault. It is not only am I not pretty, but I'm fat and actually just plain ugly as well. It is the I can see why they left just look at my mess of a life.
When you hear the word
NORMAL
You think
Of the common man or woman
You think
Of nothing special
Just plain, the "Average Joe"
Land of the free
And home of the brave
That’s what they’d say. Yes,
That’s what they say.
But then like a plague
Who the hell are YOU?
Who are YOU to tell ME what I can and cannot wear?
Who gave YOU the right to decide what I do with MY body?
Who are YOU to touch ME without MY consent?
There Is Two Types Of Love A Hate Love And A Real Love. Patience Is A Virtue But Is There A Such Thing As A Patient Love? Greater Is He That Is In Thee, Spiritually In Tune With Who I Want To Be.
They call her America the Beautiful
the wonderful, the wise. And
they tell me I must be
patriotic, if I am to
learn to rise. But I lay in
I live in a magical world where a land called borderlandia exists,
where my ancestors slaved away to provide for their familia.
So I could be here today,
I am pieces of my ancestors.
We can’t be a diverse world and be based on equality when skin colour seems to be a trending problem. We have changed discrimation into a philosophy where we have this mind set of different races being superior to other.
We pick a man that we don't accept
The country is divided and already in effect
We can only have a voice and be heard by having protests
We reject the president-elect
I am not ashamed of myself.
I wonder how other people think of themselves.
I hear people everywhere.
I see all sorts of emotions on people.
I want people to understand the world around them.
I'm confident for life no matter what the cause
I wear whatever I want I know ima' boss
People say I'm weird, but I don't play that game
I shoot, I score pick up the pen write my name
She watches the clock,
She hates to be timed.
Yet she loves the pressure of a short notice.
She learned not to be hesitant after her many setbacks.
She's be told of her potential, pst, like she didn't know,
Turn back the clock and head back to the very start.The very first page, when I still had no broken heart.When all was right in the world and I was still his little girl.When I was still naive and I still believed in me. Roads take us away, we pic
My skin. Look at my skin. What am I? I am a mixed girl in a obscure world. When I would play on the playground. Small, this high, my wide eyes didn’t yet recognize the lies.
When I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Is that my own face staring back at me?
Those are my eyes, I assume.
But from where do they come within my heirloom?
To my demise. Words cannot describe how emotional I was to make page 365. This year long story was my downfall and uprising surprising to become a person to wither yet bloom from the ashes and arise like the fire screeching phoenix.
They see my smiles beaming, my laughter singing as I rejoice in the beauty that is life
“Little Miss Sunshine,” they say.
Last year,
I was lost.
Last year,
I didn't know who I was.
Last year,
I didn't want to be alive anymore.
This year,
I was able to find myself.
This year,
Hell Yeah! I have thunder thighs,
And you better believe I have lightning to go with them:
Purple and white zig-zags flashing across my upper legs, stomach, and butt.
My torso is formed by soft rolling hills-
Drawing
Drawing myself
From the inside out
Sheltered by bone,
Veiled in
Cream colored Flesh,
My hand holds my pencil
Iv'e watched desire, existence and the ripened fruit fall and clash from the disrespect of inhuman species
Glided through adolescence hoping that the kinks in my curls will relapse through its stuggle
There are minimal downsides to being a Poet,
But one of the few is that it's difficult to simultaneously be One
As well as the girl you want me to be.
It's difficult becuase we'll be in English class,
Pop your collar,
working class hippie,
rainbow kid in work boots-
scorch the earth
with defined footprints.
They say that time heals all wounds.
But what if the pain
Never subsides,
And the bleeding never stops?
And the scars that people wish they could rub off,
You’d give anything to have instead.
I am not the same
today is a different me
some would say it is a shame
but I know I must let it be
because the world keeps moving
and we all keep dying
so we need to keep proving
Black girl,Don't you know you're a queen?With that thick coily hair and that natural sheen.Your illuminated skin has a voice of its own, And your beauty within leads you right to your throne.Black girl,Don't you know you got it going on?Full lips,
A muddled society is what we've become.
Contentious and so delicate of the facts.
Rioting over our facebook roots,
That's our knowledge,
It's become painfully inevitable.
Conformed,
Uninterested,
Yes. I am a girl,
and no, that doesn't make me weak.
I'm a girl,
and no, that doesn't make me meek.
Just because I'm shorter and smaller
doesn't mean you can holler
at me, and cat call as I walk by,
I am strong.
My heart pounds out of my chest…
Harder and harder.
My legs push off the ground...
Faster and faster.
My muscles stretch as my feet propel me forward,
There's no competition when I'm around,
because everyone gets nervous with many crying sounds!
The competitors get terrified when I am near.
When I win, the others give a crestfallen tear.
Welcome
Welcome, a feeling I can never have in my own home
Welcome
A word, meaningless to me because people toss it around with abandon,
Then render it useless, less than great
Akwaaba
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom,
Her rays glare into my face,
With brutal light, its intensity hard to take
I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
My alarm goes off
The sweet sound of the ukulele jingle wakes me from my slumber
As I embrace my gray plush blanket,
I hit ‘dismiss’ and consider remaining in the warm, cozy fuzz of blissful sleep
Me that / powerful noun we / use to express the one person
Me / the one person who will listen to /
Me that / lovely word we / see as our escape to be free
Me / the kid who can see / what i need to be /
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.
I catch my 10 year old little brother staring down the weighing scale
I guess you can say
That’s he’s a bit...
Broader
Beefier
Fluffier
You can swim in my waves, but take care not to drown.
Be wary of the riptide that will drag you down
beneath the waves and out to sea,
too far into me
This is for you Mother
I wish you were here today
I know you really would care for me
I know that you would feel my pain.
I know I would feel okay
If you would tell me everything would be okay.
My sister and I may be opposites
And fight almost all the time,
But when she packed and left for college
I couldn’t help but cry.
I run from the world
I hide, not so old
My pen and worn words
Young poet, old swords
Both shield and offense
I count in my tense
To fight is a lie
But with words I try
Words were just words before poetry,trails of letters, strings of sentences,No rhythm, no rhyme, no meaning. The voice that was minewas a bucket of gray paint,and I was not content, For within me I knew
Broken hearts make better poets, Or at least that is what I heard. But I have never experienced love, So to me that is absurd. I do not know what it feels like to be incomplete without someone by my side.
This is for you.
This is for the wide eyes at three in the morning.
This is for the salty wells collected in my pillowcase.
Your Lungs filled with cement, your feet like bricks.
Your ears, open doors to shameless words of hurt.
Eyes always watching but never friendly.
Tearing you piece by piece,
Am I not black?
My skin tone is farer
My language is different?
I don’t know slang
I don’t listen to rap
They call me
I see the family on the table
their crowns speak royalty
as my hand reads numbers
that stand without pair.
I look around the table
I see the family on the table
their crowns speak royalty
as my hand reads numbers
that stand without pair.
I look around the table
Isn't it such a big wordLost in our lazy, selfish worldSimply meaning to stay in the raceKeeping running no matter the pace Persevere, keep going onDon't stop at all keep going strongNo matter what life throws at youYou keep going strong, no matte
I realized I was glassy-eyed
Claiming my life was a surprise
To these times when they capitalize
Off the lies and the truth-tellers
Were sacrificed.
When I self-actualized
I was no longer pacified
Poetry is strong.
Poetry is powerful.
Poetry means so much to ME and others.
poetry is a work of art.
You can write poetry about anything...life, you, family.
A word you hear almost everyday,
but are we really living it, breathing as we are supposed to?
Words can define you but you can also use them to bring out the best,
Angry poetry written on scrap sheets of paper,
Chewed up pens. and ink covered hands.
That is what it is like to be a poet.
Ideas running through your head.
Thoughts burning your fingertips.
This Body
is me
it is us
it is we
This body is mother
it is sister
it is lover
These arms have rocked children
These hips have rocked men
They tell me that I can be anything I want to be and desire to be
From when I was a child I was told the sky was the limit
But as I grew up I started to understand that what I was being told was not the truth
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
I am with no limitations
We met
Played at the swings
I didnt want to leave.
8, 9, 10, 11
We kissed
not turning back
I was in his grip
12, 13, 14, 15
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
Outlandish tasks
Scribbled passionately
One: To meet the infamous
Ms. Oprah Winfrey.
As a puppy waits for Owner to return,
Treated differently because of the color of our skin
They only pay attention to what's on the outside, never thinking twice about what's within
Looking at you funny when they see you want to advance
Since the beginning i've been speechless
Wondering while creeping
Figuring out who I really am
Nah I'm not sad
This is nothing but a seqence
When I finally put pen to paper
Writing became my savior
We live in a world where we still get judged on the color of our skin,
And people don't even bother to notice what is within.
We live in a generation where we are stuck behind a phone screen,
I'm sitting in this cold hard chair. Wondering where I went wrong. Unable to sit back because I keep feeling the splinters peirce my back.
Her heart as deep as the ocean
She is mysterious like the other side of the moon
Her intellect as bright as the stars
Her skin glows like a million suns
She is as fierce asa cheetah
Six foot tall but I don't want to play football
Two hundred pounds of muscle but I can't make a friend
I'm bigger than most of them but I'm told I'm less manly
They don't talk to me but they talk about me
Arthritis makes a comfortable home within the crevices of my mother’s bones,
cheeks stay on fleek though,
skin stay on fleek though,
what are wrinkles to black bodies?
You’ve changed.That’s what they keep telling me.
You’ve… changed.
Of course,you’re right.I’m not thevulnerable,young girlI used to be.
I got tired after a while
I got tired of tapping people on the shoulder
and they cover up their ears
I got tired of letting their
thoughts
Over all of the pain and sorrow
We will overcome
We have to stay strong and believe that the world can be altered
Once in a while things will get tough, but we have to stand tall and be judicious
I cannot live without knowing that I am in control of my life...
I am a dancing flame.
I am everlasting and vibrant.
I glow brighter with every passing hour.
I cannot live without knowing that I am a black girl.
My skin is as dark as the soil.
My life is brought to the roots of my ebony.
Sometimes all it takes is one. Two is a couple and three is a crowd, but one is the difference that you need to separate between a few and many. Many revolutions grew from a few select thoughts ignited by action like gunpowder to flame.
All I need is the motivation,
the motivation to get up in the morning,
the motivation to keep getting up in the morning,
the motivation to get up every morning.
The motivation to make it
She is a wife, a treasure that should be beloved!
From the ground, she walks on to the air she breathes above
She is a mother, a precious gift!
Without her, life would not exist
It is the star
The star with the light
It is so bright
It is the man
The man with the will
He is so great
It is the girl
The girl with the brain
She is so brilliant
Somewhere down the road we took a wrong turnWe became curious of our Cheshire cat smilesand we fell down the rabbit holeWe got lost in each other's world of fantasy and illusions
stuck between cracked heart and broken ribs lies fear
no whisper is let slip without a quiver
a lionheart won’t last without the spear
of courage loud as red in hot summer
we're dead while living.
we're living
but not breathing
we were alive
before being born,
we grow without growing
we see without seeing
we hear
but not everything
we know
As I grew, I learned to curse this sun kissed skin.
It felt like a trap to me,
plaguing me as leper- socially condemned being…
but after I gazed at my brother, the blackened night sky,
I AM A WOMAN
i have faced with many challenges and trials
i have been through discrimination and bullying
i have failed
i have made mistakes
I AM STRONG
i have overcome the odds
The advertisements on the television screenSell sex, beauty, creamsA pill for your misery“Oh, you don’t look like a photo shop lie? What’s your alibi?You should love your body naturally, but only if you look like me!”
i’m beautifulbecause i demolish my poltergeistswith syllables that pulse under my skin,a crescendo of the ivory keyswhen the tempo is accelerando;because i can and willopen your cranium
To buy some eggs and to buy a loaf of bread
Useful to the community a lot of reasons come to my head
Cooking necessities and treats for the little one
Kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom products for everyone
Another story on the news just broke
A father just died from being choked
Just like an innocent boy with a toy got killed
And a teen with his hands up was shot against his will
My name sounds better
coming from your lips.
The way you
draw
out
the syllables and vowels in my name.
It sounds new and magical.
I
am made new.
No longer
I am beautiful
I am empowered
I am worthy
I am allowed
I am unstopable
I am smart
I am witty
I have heart
I am a daughter
I am a friend
I am a sister
What empowers me,
Is to look, at my frail wrists,
And see that I am finally free,
Of the shackles, I'll never miss
What empowers me,
Is to look back, every now, and then,
Just to see,
Did I deserve to be taken?
Did I deserve to be silenced?
Did I deserve to be beaten and...
Do I deserve to be in pain?
Will it always be this dark of a world?
You know I can hear you whispering
Did you expect me to care?
Guess what, it’s all true
The rumors about Shannon and I
In the school bathroom
What? Did you think I was ashamed?
To be a bastard is to be fatherless
To be a bastard is to have a father in Heaven
To be a bastard is to be without the Father in Heaven
because that's what you do
to the people you love–
you crush them between your clammy hands that you never let me hold,
you wiggle your fingers to sift through those pulverized remains so that only the big pieces are left
When I was in high school
I was very conscious of the way I smiled
And talked and laughed and sat
And I never knew where to put my hands
As I walked down the hallways
And I was usually looking down
at age 13:
girls were Sluts; Bitches, Whores, or Prudes,
and we thought that the length of jean aeropostle shorts
were fuses that would lead to some dangerous explosion of promiscuity because:
You've been walking long
Cheap, hard, a bad life
Shady friends, cigarettes and hard liquor
I know you want to rage
I know you want happiness, and it's on its way
The Awesomeness in Me is why I get up out of bed.
Even though, everyday, I would rather not.
The Awesomeness in Me is why I still attempt to look nice everyday
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real.
I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
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 made of sticks and stones.
I rebuilt myself from those
I found
Strewn about the kitchen floor,
Remnants of your drunken tirades.
My bones felt hollow
When I learned that yours
She came treading pale footsteps,
in the light of eternal moon,
broken rays intertwining in twigs and leaves,
A man.
Standing tall with his head held high,
to bad there's no gap between his thighs.
A man.
With eyes that only see the future,
if only the world could see his tummy tuck suture.
I am writing to let you know
you are not alone.
No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes.
For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know
your heart is not a fight club.
I am the future
I am a leader
I can contribute to changing the world
It starts with me, with you and I together
Please, do not mistake my careful acquiesce for a lack of will.
As nice of a girl as I may be, I am not weak.
My backbone is strong enough to carry the weight of the solar system.
Then the wind blows harder sending drifts of snow across the cracked parking lot
The stinging air slowly turns my face red as I trudge towards my destination
They say look in the mirror and then you'll see your worth.
Well my mirror has been dirty even since birth.
Scratches and a smuge, one right over my face. Society's image of me, in my mirrors place.
"Speak softly, moon faced child, so that they do not hear you when you quiver.
Let your inhibitions ride you like a dog,
My crooked smile and loud laugh
Are things that make me flawless
My hyperactive crave for change
Are things that make me lawless
My 4'10" stature and petite frame
Attribute to my smallness
Some people judge you
Most people want to be you
What do I want?
Acceptance
I can’t change who I am
This is the only life I have
I will always be
Too skinny
Flawless is waking up at 5:45 in the morning feeling like everything that the world says matters is irrelevant at that moment and I
To think such beauty could emerge from the dirt
To think she could withstand being tread upon
To endure the mental and physical hurt
No, this is not the treatment she chose
To be treated like a weed
I am made of goldSupple and ripe I am embodied venusLike the seas I sway and pull in those who dare to indulge I am unstoppableA queen A goddess
Nothing more nothing less
The creation is never able to be greater than the creator
And so I should never be surprised when you have something different in mind for me.
Even though I suffer and "suffer",
Eyes of Ardent Ferocity/
Take your gaze off of me.
Hungry, you look to devour/
Feverent, you will consume me
with all that you are-
Unfold your wings, stay your grace-
This is the lie that we all comply to
That stops us from living the life that we fly through
"I'm too unintelligent to answer that question"
Summer has gone, the leaves have turned, and the world spins closer to darkness.
The money is gone, the family has split, and the midnight sky is starless.
The house is gone, the nights are long, my soul is lost and broken.
A Women of All Odds
Please pay no attention to the women behind those books
Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
It doesn't matter my height,I have to look up to you.
I was born with no choiceAs a woman.
That automatically makes meSmallerWeakerUnimportantOnly for your entertainment.
We go through things in life
some good and some bad
But whatever experiences that you've had
should not make you sad
don't withold your story from others
dont be ashamed and share them with one another
Who I was three years ago
and who I am today, are polar opposites
Three years ago,
I was hindered by fear and lack of confidence
In my mind I knew I could be great
His kisses are the stains of black and blue that decorate my pale skin, like proclamations of affection shouted into the void, they forever float, a reminder of our romance a reminder that
He loves me
Survive the storm, thunder, and rain,
dig deep inside to locate the pain.
Follow its stem down to the roots,
unveil the confusion and discover the fruits.
On your mark.
Set.
Go!
Out into the world and claim it as your own
See the passing street lights as you get into your zone
Focus, as you open your stride
I stand behind a wall of pain
Gazing out into a world of blame, that
You're so quick to spue from a fernace of flames, that
Your mouth claims. I stand
Outside--
the chill of her cold appears like wisps,
deciding to make its home inside my bones.
Every lick of her icy breath is a familiar comfort.
As she settles in,
They whistle and howl
Am I just a piece of meat?
Faster, wolves devour
Note to Reader:
I am a woman.
I expect to able to walk down the street and not fear for my safety.
I am a woman.
It really doesn’t hurt,
But yes, I know my weight.
I see the way I look,
And I see you looking too.
It really doesn’t hurt,
Besides, even I make jokes,
My odd shape is comedy gold,
Give me a sec to get my mind straight.
And let me speak out what I feel every day.
You wanna know what my struggle is, so listen carefully.
I feel like just some dusty book on a shelf.
Soft tone
Lost and alone
Breakin' the rules
Avoidin' the pools
Play my game
Won't be the same
Parade around
Hear the sound
Of my hear beating
Breaking, up and shaking
In the beginning there was a GOD, there was none of anything, just the angels and their GOD
Soon this being became lonely and wanted fellowship, and he created what isn't like GOD
That which makes me tick is hard to define
Is the antidepressants stabilizing my mind?
Is it the fear of failure or being left behind?
Is the incessant tick tock ticking of time?
I matter
Not because I’m white
Not because I’m female
Not because I’m rich
Because I am a human being
Every word and opinion I express is important to me
Everything flying, falling away
Nobody caring, sharing anyway.
What if I could not should not care?
What if it would not will not be fair?
If I make it through today
I know you’re out there, you’re always out there
You hear like a god, see like a god
It is you I write for, you I
Would die for, you are the past, present
And you, you are my future.
You smelled of stale beer and musty basements,And soon that smell became the only one I knew.You drank until you couldn't remember your own name,And screamed mine until your voice resonated off the walls.
Naw, see, a woman is not a sex organ.
She is not determined by the swell & ebb
of her breasts, the pinch of her waist,
the tide of her hips or the surge of her thighs.
It is not just a thing.
It is not just in my head.
It is not something to "just get over."
It is a part of us.
It is a part of ME.
It is mental.
It is physical.
If I don't hold you down who will
What if I don't hold your hand when you're ready to quit
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
The black girl.
Built strong, legs long unlike her hair.
Hair thick like her hips. Full lips.
Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
I see the burning of the sky tonight,
hues of orange to light, fades of blue; dark
overcast, overnight, I tame sight.
Lion in the sky roars to lay a mark;
Seeing the heavenly fire creeping forward,
I cannot act, I cannot sing
But allow me to tell you what I bring
An artful imagery similar to that of a painting
Without the brush, no rush
A Queen
Birth from Sin
Placed in a world ran by men.
She can made up of various colors.
A women
Is a mans strength, his rock, his joy.
A beautiful flower that has its own structure and design.
I doubt it’s ever crossed your mind that I am not putting on a mask in the morning, but I am not hiding behind my mascara tube.
I am putting on my armor.
Feminine is not soft.
Can you tell me you love me
Or that you don't even care
About the outfit I put together
And how I did my hair
That you think I'm beautiful
Every time you see me
And in the midst of everything
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind,
I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside
Music, and wonder and time
It’s just a glimpse inside my mind
Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry
Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I?
Am I the person you see right in front of you?
Am I the person you hear people talking about?
Am I the person crying out for attention?
Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Slap me with your words and crawl into my mind
where you'll find me or what's left of me.
Grab me with your hands, handle me like you had handled me.
Gently,
Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality.
Some rose early , while others worked late into the night
But at the end of our day, whatever time that may be
We each must put our thoughts to bed,
The head may lie on soft down,
In the mirror, I look up and stare at my reflection,
Oh, man, I saw this coming. What a recollection.
My makeup all smudged, all damp and out of line,
Huh, it matched the line I tried to draw when you were mine.
I looked up and saw that dark shadow,
My keys fell to the ground, and I knew I wasn't allowed to make a sound.
The next few seconds went in a blur,
Until you bashed my head against the window my words began to slur.
To fine for my description, yet woody remarks
captures a glimpse of my innocents they call an image.
watch me walk away
you can run your fingers through the space i once filled
but you will never know the skin within
its pulsations follow only me and vanish as i do
much like the stars i need to move
i do not have sunken eyes
nor do kitchen knives at midnight
sink deep into skin only to rise
sometimes my limbs shake without any breeze
but never with the accompanying screams
welcome to the world, darling. here's a list of expectations:you must turn yourself into the perfect temptation.the general population is counting on you,they'll be watching and judging everything that you do.
And maybe those pains in your chest aren't heartburn,
but the ache that comes from not living up to your own potential,
Jaded, corrupted, denied, abducted.
The rose tinted glasses finally begin to crack.
Blinded by the tales of damsels in distress.
Forever I’ve been contained in this small glass cage,
No longer seeking anything but to survive.
Having to hold in this pain and rage,
And question whether or not I’m alive.
Shall I continue my masquerade?
A Sparrow perched upon me.
Shifting, groaning uncomfortably
I hoped its company be brief.
Not for any hidden grudge,
Who do you think you are? You think you have power over me, the ability to suppress my creativity and freedom of speech.
The clock ticked
And my desk squeaked.
Bored; Bored: Bored!
I roared. Yet I could not make a sound.
He stood at the front.
His nose to the ceiling.
Not giving a thought to
The Fear of Failure
You can do it, they all said
No one can get in the way of your success, they assured
Here is a list of resources to get you there, they gave
Always wanting something for nothing.Playing mind games and whining;While you lay all around the houseCrying and screaming.Sometimes something isn't hereBecause you haven't done anything
They say you will never amount to anything
That the color of your skin is too dark
You’re body too curved
Skin too tinted…
Did my clothes grow a voice box and speak for me?Because my own voice couldn’t be heard over your insecurityThe only word I needed was noWhen a child first learns the word no
My heritage and my background,
The color of my skin or the color of yours
the length of my hair or the length of my nails,
My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
Digging deep down inside,
There's no place to ride,
I feel a since of emptiness,
that sometimes I can not hide,
Who cares about my up bringing,
I surley am not suprised,
I am an old soul with a new state of mind
Wondering through my mind are the obstacles that lie ahead
The wind whispers in my ear, so clearly every word is heard
This breathing box, this imprisoning womb,
Is my vision’s tomb.
Birthing lineal contours, knives that cut ingenuity,
Patriarchal forms, notions, popular standards strangle voice within a vast continuity.
Growing up, I was toldthat all of me was wrong.A waist too big, breasts too small.Much too tall and far too wide.My parents encourageda hatred of my body.Told what not to eat.
Arm uswith the warpaint of ourgenerational struggle
Remind usthat we are strong(stronger than our parentsstronger than we ever should have been)
We see one another everyday, and your talk is so condescending.
Maybe it's because I don't have that look
The look of your kind
I get it. It's "God's Will"
We don't see eye to eye because of our polar views
If I were older than I am,I would be travelling the universe.If I were wiser than I am,I would be writing countless books to inform the publicthat I am doing something.And although I am not older nor am I wiser;
In your life you're always judged. PRESSURED! YELLED AT! Until you're crushed. People will tell you you're not worth a dime. But giving up and crying is the biggest crime. Never stop until you're flying. Even if that means you die while trying.
All these DREAMS I am having.
They are all free, yet worthless.
Some seem sorrowful sometimes
And some seem serious sometimes
As if they were worth of being dreamt.
I have realized the hard way;
'No. Never. You can't do that. Fat chance. Oh yeah.' Dreamer girl hears the words.
Full of anguish the pain hollows her bones.
Dreamer girl has but few believers and vast naysayers.
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
I write to learn
about who I am
to embrace the ugly things
so that I can no longer call them ugly
To force my attention to moments that sound dissonant in my mind
Dreams fill our souls
Weaving, spinning tales
of love and laughter,
Blossoming hearts.
Scenes of life and color
formed not in a lens, but in minds.
Oh, the colors
It gets me through every day.
It expresses what I cannot say.
It lets me be someone else,
or helps me to be just myself.
It is at times my enemy, but also my friend.
Escape
Because a cruel world needs a safe place
Dream
Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality
Emotion
Because tears come to often and tissue runs out
Love
It all starts with a letter.
Not a phrase.
Not a word.
Not even an idea.
The letter is the crack in the dam that is a brain.
Slowly the magic seeps through the crack.
As time goes on, the crack grows.
To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.To write, is to release… everything.
I live to write,
to express my emotions and to empower my thoughts,
to portray the world through my eyes.
Its why I can breathe freely...
With the use of my words I am reassured that I am alive,
There's a voice inside my heartAnd she's screaming at the top of her lungs
pick up the penget the notebooksit at the computerfor God's sakelet me talk
you can dream big
or you can dream small
or you can dream nothing at all!
but if you dream big
and reach for the stars
you just may succeed
as far as you need
and if you dream small
She snaps the heels off her stilettosThat never gave her enough stature.To cease treading lightly alongside theHenry Tudors and Pablo PicassosDue to two X's that cannot be overlooked
Sometimes more is said with lessThe lengths increase; the depths regressAnd some are too shy to converseAnd speaking more just makes it worse
It's all emotion, feeling the power escape when you let it free
i love that feeling, the feeling of marking down who I am, feeling like me
me and nobody else.. Just this little pen and paper
I write poems because poetry is my specialty.
Without it, I wouldn't be me or even complete.
I write because my handwriting is neat,
And the material that I write is written to intrigue.
In my heart there were feelings
That I never really showed
In my mind there were thoughts
No one would have ever known
In my lungs there was air
That would have never breathed words
With words I can open the eyes of our people
The young, the old, the weak and the seemingly strong
The ones who don't believe that they have a voice,
An opinion, a choice, after they remove all the noise
Why do I write?Well, why do birds fly?Upon the updraft I take wing with pen and paper,Releasing the power within me, giving it to the world,No longer am I in control, deciding I stand here;
I think about you when you're not by my beside
You live miles away so that's almost all the time
Even worse we're going to college separate ways
Both hoping the relationship will never fade
iris
a remnant of ancestral land
what left with the emerald isle
ocular traits
those you so heavily rely on
suitors respond
alike the tides
to gravitational pull
Everyone always wonders,At some point or another,What I am thinking about.Truly, if they knew what went onUp there in my noggin,I'd pity them greatly;No one should have to seeWhat it is I have seen.
I am a someone and not a something.
I am derived from irreplaceable queens.
I hear the war cries in my heart ring
and when I bust through walls I hear them joyfully sing.
Your vibe I feel inside deep through my eyes, suprise, I rise, the soul flies like a magic carpet ride, all
the lies dies, as a woman like you becomes wise. For you special, beautiful like a rose petal, tender to
Perhaps that want to see that light
at the end of the tunnel
as the old saying goes
or the light in a person’s eye
when she reds a line
she relates to
tbe glow in one’s features
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me.
Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me,
Pushed so hard I believed they were my own,
Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
Let me tell you about an unrequited love in me
It is everything but quiet
it is demanding and begs for my time, day and night
Sometimes we are sleepless, dancing in between sheets of
The first time, there was no fight,
not a wrong or a right.
It had stung just a bit,
no punch, just a little hit.
Not a drop of blood or a mark,
but rather a swoop in the dark.
I wanted to ask you to stop
Destiny.
Something you hold so tightly within your hands
Something you strive to connect with that it seems your hands can't ever seem to find purchase
Something so easy to see
Something so foggy and unclear
As one of many puppets in a classroom,
I must conform to every writing prompt.
Each thought is controlled by the teacher.
My freedom of expression is paralyzed by rules.
Let's be honest
Truthfully, who are we?
How can we keep stepping?
Stepping towards our future one head at a time
What is the meaning of life?
A meaning that could be meaningful or less
I think of a day when women had no rights
And of places where this still somehow occurs.
Not too long ago, women had no say at all.
And women fought, and fight.
Women are amazing.
I'm life decisions, I mutate like a virusthat affects everyone who living.I sometimes feel like a geniuswho invented the formula to wisdom.I made my choice to not act blindly in front of fear,
My brain is the engine.
My feet and arms are the wheels.
My tingling working parts that are inside is
the interior design that I was giving the day I was built.
Some people call me a classic because of my age,
This is a message to my generation; it seems we’re falling into condemnation, subtly but surely losing our concentration, losing our determination to seek God and witness His manifestation in our lives, too busy with our infatuation with TV, video
Today I take a stand, I take an oath I make a promise, to be the best woman that I can, dignified, untainted, and honest, I will be what God defines me as, instead of a product of my past, so I hold fast to what God says about me, forgetting what
I could blend in.
In the background.
Up against the wall
Slip myself in between the paper and the plaster
Beside the tile lining the bottom of the wall next to the cabinet
And smile.
Yes, he lost the election
But the scary part
is
apparently 47 percent
of my fellow Hoosiers
think it's cool to say
God wanted you raped
and vote for him anyway,
which makes me think
My hand shakes as I write.
Lines and curves.
Quivering like a crisp leaf,
as the calm before the storm dissipates.
I have so. Many. Questions.
Woman reigns
on her throne. She decides your fate
with the third knuckle of her right index finger.
You kneel before her as she uncrosses her thighs
to stand.
Delilah, with
your head in her lap
She lays there with the blood coursing ever so slowly through her veins
dying in her agony... atrophy from the
antagonizing sorrow of the pain she feels in side...
her eyes are glazy and cloudy
Being called ugly is not very fun.
You can only handle so much until you’re done.
You stop looking in the mirror and you stop taking pictures.
You forget how to smile.
I speak Pythagorean,
Platonic, stars, and shapes,
imparting my knowledge to others.
They love it, and tell me
that I am Minerva, incarnate
highest, uppermost, supreme.
Girls in lace dresses
you are precious objects.
Your blossom bursts open to soak up the sun.
You are gazed upon as your fruit hangs heavy.
You are ripe for the picking
turned into a commodity.
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.
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut
that I can BE all these beautiful things I read:
I can cut off my hair and wear fishnet stockings
and clomp around in big black boots and I
Here's to the girl that never feels good enough
The girl that felt alone and hated herself
To the girl that doesn't have as much money as others
Who's messed with at school for not having the newest Adidas
I am the moon
When the light fades
And the world turns a blind eye,
I become alive.
I show myself to only the darkness,
Ane become
The soul of the night.
The stars puncture the darkness
What is black?
And, what does it feel like?
Black. maybe its constriction in dark, damp chambers,
and gusts of fresh air once you've come to face the sun.
With silence, we took our beating, harsh cracks and whips replaced with slurs and snide remarks.
We stand in protest, holding hands in unity while they their voices carry-- sharp barks.
The strength of a woman is her kindhearted ways
that she forever displays.
It’s her loving confident smile that takes you to the
highest place with the glimpse of determination
shone upon her face.
I.
Think of a Polaroid,
with its thick, white border around my
snapshot of Kadeem,
little boy with shiny onyx skin
squatting behind white bars
on my uncle’s porch
by himself.
My heart pounding so hard,
Nearly bursting out of my chest;
Butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach.
Will today be the day I see you again?
I get dolled up – just in case.
Now I’m late.
