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Upon the place fate set aside,
there will be no forget-me-nots.
There will be no roses adored in gold, nor any violets or honeysuckle.
Cursed is this fate, holding onto the limbs of destiny.
I’m really proud of the person I’m becoming.
I’m constantly advocating for my rights!
Even in situations where I should just keep quiet…
My grades are really good right now!
When I was little
My grandmother use to say " weeping may endure for a night but Joy comes in the morning "
She also wasn't lying when she said " I didn't have any friends "
My spirit emanates positive vibes through me. Good nature so pure it shines bright for all to see that its a genuine part of me.
Someone told me to write a song about confidenceBut it's something I have a problem withWhat's the point in believing in yourselfIf you continue to get help from someone elseI tryI cryI look up to the sky
C-o-l-l-e-e-nI’d sound out the letters when I’d write them
Tiny hand flexed ungracefully around a crayon.
Words, form from bold strokes.
From the crashing waves of mother's birth
came a pale shiny rock
resting on the sandy pillow of earth.
A miracle conceived, a marvel to see
It begins with:
3 sisters with familial love built from brick,
6 hands encumbered with budding sunflowers,
6 feet that were miles from homesick, and
My heart is heavy asking will I ever
be good enough for myself.
When I look at myself why do I peer through
my reflection like it’s nothing?
Like I am nothing.
Even when I say I am good enough and
The weight of words are incongruent
Despite the efforts you made
Your’s were never deemed confluent
The illusive link and its many herrings
thanks to society she learned to hate her body
"youre skinny"
you must be anorexic
oh youre not okay heres an extra burger you need it honey
your hairs not perfect
you must not care what you look like
I’ve gotta get out
I can’t take much more of this
Can’t leave my own mind
I say I’m tired
Partially true, but also
Not everything
When I look at that face there is nothing in. This world more clear then what I see, this is someone who’s achieved nothing. A being so afraid to change it does nothing but stare.The embodiment of sadness and anxiety.
How do you write something happy
that's also good?
My efforts always seem to fall short
when I attempt to write
about how the sun feels
on my skin,
because that skin contains scars
Kinky they say,
Too curly to be cared about.
But the coil is my culture;
Constantly defined unattractive,
Under-appreciated efforts,
Tragically tainted tries.
I want to be more than what can be seen
When the double sides face me
And all that falls upon my eyes is my own image
At least what the glass shows
Some see me as one thing
Just like Father,
With strength in my shoulders,
Compassion in my veins,
Others in my thoughts,
I am one-track-minded.
Just like Mother,
With determination painted on my face,
I'll be satisfied once I can see all my bones pressed against my skin.
Society taught me that you're only beautiful when you're paper thin.
They say that beauty is only skin deep
Poetry taught me how to be proud of myself
When I used words that expressed things heartfelt
A message that I believed in.
Poetry taught me how to express
Things that I couldn’t naturally profess
I'm tired of planting seeds
I wanna see them fruiting trees
But would you get down on your knees
To make your ego small as a bumblebee?
I need you to pollinate these ideas for me
I look in the mirror
And do not recognize
The reflection
Which stares back at me directly.
Who have I become?
She is not who she once was
sometimes i find
i want to press myself in a book like a flower
to flatten my spine so my shoulders can be higher
but if my body wasn’t fragile
My therapist once asked me what I thought when I heard the word “beautiful”
I cringed and sank back into my seat and uttered one simple word - disgust
I cannot wear the red blouse.
Lines that defined my curves taunted my eyes
Blurry tears dripping as I ran faster into dusk
To fit into a teenage concept of “sex appeal”
Dear Insecurity,
We've been friends for what seems like too longI'm but a child, with youTuggingPullingDragging me along
Dear Confidence,
It has been a while since you have surfaced up and joined me. I would say I missed you, that I really need you. But you decide to back away in many important times of need, why?
To a Certain Skeletal Sickness
Dear Ana, you know your devastation on me.
When you take a physical part away, you also steal my soul
like the seats on the bus in the morning,
be occupied
be taken up with warmth
with different stories
and different perspectives
be overpopulated
because when the takers come to take
the sky and i are alike you know,
we burn shades of red
and shades of blue
with purples in between
thoughts are unclear
like the moon and the stars
hidden from view
polluted with darkness
things fall apart
but that is only the start
of a journey that may last days
or years
full of things,
only you can hear
you travel down a path made of gravel
encrusting you with scars
blooming from my darkest parts
begun the change in my heart
shifting with sunshine
my flowers are growing,
wisdom and knowledge flowing
showing me my power & potential
Where should I begin?No one wants a world tour where you see all the ugly parts,So this won't be much of a tour.But let's pretend that in this world -Me -There is no ugly.
Dear Me,
Listen to, the click click click of power
walking up those steps.
From her red high heels to her skinny jeans,
she ain’t one to cower.
You say you see the eye color, the nose shape, and face lines of my fatherNo matter how much I stare, I see himThe blood running through my veins shares the same DNA as him
Dear Bully,
We haven't spoken much since middle school,
I'm sure you've noticed.
Or perhaps you haven't noticed.
The only thing that I am truly sure of is you used to notice me every day.
they never saw the real me
the one i hid away in my closet
buried with the things i hid from society
tied her up and taped over her mouth so no one would hear her scream
i remember being happy
I am a canyon carved with water-worn cracks;The weight of other people always breaking my back.
Created for relationship - that's what they say.
Severely precious.
Always enough.
Captivating.
Longed for.
Loved.
Fought for.
Full of potential.
Bought at the highest price.
Do you remember the night that guy told you that you were the eighth wonder of the world? Why can’t you see yourself like that? Why do you insist on repeating the words of the past in your head countless times a day?
The world is judgemental
When I was younger
And people called me stupid
I would ignore or call it back
I hear the clamorFrom behind the door.I hear the shouting,The racket, the roar. I long to silenceThe voices outside,And the strength inside meSays, “God will provide.” They fight and argue;They can’t get along;It’s like they’ve forgotten You,When
Here on this broken ground I stand,
Flipping through the pages of history books.
I see evidence of God's loving hands,
Over a land that God they forsook.
America the beautiful,
Faith & Confidence: Real Within Ourselves
Worry not, for tomorrow
Will be brighter----
The sun shines in
Your corner
Dare not with uncertainty
Dare with a dream
If you asked me to describe who I was last year
I could not tell you
Even she would not have the words to depict herself
She had no clue
Insecurities and emotions skewed her self-image
Until she grew
Three hundred and sixty five days are enough to make you a different person.
Enough to make you grow, enough to knock you down, enough to make you live. These days are filled with hope, despair, luck,
Lessons.
The curtains rise on the acts of my life,
And already there's confusion among the crowd.
Nobody's bullied me.
Nobody's pushed me,
Nobody's jeered,
Nobody's called me names,
Padded locks lining the door frame,
Keeping the monsters outside at bay.
Attempting constantly to have monsters tamed,
See, society has taught us that everyone is beautiful in their own way
You know, except the ones with no thigh gaps and no chiseled cheeks
The ones who don’t have collar bones or a flat tummy
There is a room
And in this room there are two boxes
One box is big and the other box is small,
Impossibly small,
And you take a step forward
To look at these boxes.
I want to leave it all behind
Eyes, faces, minds
See me defined
Not by what I do
But what I did
And pay no attention to the person I've hid.
Somewhere.
Behind the mask of who they want.
There's a battle out there- this world's got a scheme
To take the 'you' and replace it with 'me'
That's what they call the Hollywood machine-
It just starts with one flaw may never have seen
Forgive me,
but I have such a hard time believing that you're being sincere.
I feel my fingers rattling—
tapping other bones,
nervously checking my phone,
Someone who can't make up their mind.
Unable to tell yourself that you can do whatever you want.
Maybe you are what everyone says you are.
Just because you cannot see the scars does not mean that they are not there.
It does not mean that the thought did not cross my mind like the blade crosses your skin.
I can't tell if the war between
acceptance and fear is raging
around me or inside of me.
Cries for peace surpass my lips, but
my voice isn't loud enough.
With so much to say,
My gaze is set forward
on the quicksilver-brushed glass
as I examine
every mountain
and valley
of the lightly freckled porcelain skin painted on my face;
I come to a standstill
Have you ever felt alone?Like there's all these people around you at work or schoolSmiling and laughingWith their friendsAnd theirBest friends.
the dermatologist tells me i'm not defined by my skin.
in my head, i laugh a little.
i am not defined by my skin, this woman tells me, as i'm crying crocodile tears,
This is a poem that my friend, Veronica, and I wrote. Hope you enjoy!
Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. (:
Thick
You called me that
Tonight.
I opened myself up
And I expect you to hold me together when
my bones are dense with the heavy sadness
that weighs down my shoulders. And I want
We look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws
We tears ourselves apart because society defines the laws
Bags under our eyes and a nose too large or too small
We are completely appalled
The sky was self-conscious- she'd always been
She'd change her form just to fit in
She'd keep her head way up in the clouds
So no one could see the scars she hid
Because nobody knew that the sky was sick
Author's Note: I am extremely proud of this poem. I entered it into San Mateo's City Arts contest and recieved an honorable mention, and didnot have any intention, and did not follow the theme. So I hope you all enjoy this poem.
How could anyone love her?
A single moment in time, her head is tilted back in laughter
Used to disguise the moments later where the tears are from something more fragile.
LISTEN, who told you that God could not be a woman?I am almost 6 feet under my own fearsand I have no holy power to turn tothat is a reflection of me.Who shoved their generationally skewed
ValidationThis is the only thing I needWhen I have itI can finally feel secureAnd only with itDo I feel safe-It's comparable to an addictionIt keeps away my demonsIt makes me unafraid
To the people who said they were my friends then completely ruined me:
Thank you.
Thank you for totally destroying my ability to trust anyone.
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
The day the mirror spoke the truth to me
was the day I fell asleep proudly with my hair wrapped up and my satin pillow case
lied neatly at the top of my bed
I could pass an hour telling youwhat’s wrong with me, delving
into every nook of my weaknesses, every
cranny between my ribs. I could pass a day, if
I walk a path both dark and dreary
As I ponder long, worn and weary:
Who am I?
Love I’ve found and lost again
writing about myself isn't easy, you see
i'm a shy girl, it takes a lot for me to reveal to you the imagery
i create in my head, every second, every minute, every hour, every day.
I am beautiful.
Some may choose to call me “vain” or “conceited” for this
but they don’t understand.
I choose to call myself beautiful
because sometimes I fail to see it.
Am I real? Am I crazy, shy? Am I smart, weird, ugly, snarky? Am I nice, patient, a good friend, bad. A suck up, a tattle, a klutz, a loser. Who am I? I am a perception. An idea formed on limited knowledge and interaction.
I am
I am nothing but I can eventually be something
I am two eyes and heartbeat and mouth that is full of words
I am the heart that beats inside of me and the blood that pumps through my veins
On the street,
people turn around to look at me.
Not because I'm a muscle stud that a thirsty girl would love to meet,
but a man with a crazy personality and an addiction to bowling and sweet tea.
Unlike sweet tea,
The story of a girl who lost herself, only to find that she hadn’t gotten lost; she simply misplaced her importance.
Awesome Is...
Having your very own bedroom
A paid phone bill
Smiling in the face of danger
A surprise from your sweetie
Dangling on the edge, knowing you have a friend to catch you
Why is it that Mother Nature
Blesses the winter
With an ivory coat and
Blesses the spring
So many photos that compliment your curves
until I compliment your curves..
"Swerve" you say
I've somehow fallen into a pool of not acknowledging your worth..
Teenage angst, women wearing spanx to insecure to say thanks
can’t take a compliment their disaster’s imminent don’t really know if this is relavant but im doin this for the hell of it
Do you know what it's like
To wake up every morning to the same damn ugly face
To look in the mirror and wish that your body wasn't so blemished with scars and imperfection
I stand before the mirror
And all I see is an error
A bloody X across my being
Telling me this ain’t worth seeing.
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'm not perfect
and neither are you.
but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves
is to stop putting just our filtered face forward
and pretending that we are.
Let’s get something straight
I’m prettier than you
You’re not prettier than me
And that’s how it’s always going to be
Insert Hair Flip Here
Oh I mean {Hair-flip}
You don’t like that?
Behind the filter is a girl
A girl who has been through the hells of growing up
Behind the filter is insecurities
Insecurities the girl doesn't allow to define her
Behind the filter is compassion
Imperfect flesh and bones
are a cage for the bile
and putrid smell
of a rotting self image
that is
crooked
and
uneven
Oh! There it is,The blood of my Mothers’SinsBlossoming onMy white sheetsLike a bouquet of English roses.A shame -Laundry day hadBeen yesterday. My thighs have been painted
Mia whispers that I could be better.
Ana shouts at me to pull it together.
Mia says she wants what is best.
I fill my lungs
With the nebulas and stars.
Breathe in the frost of the moons,
Exhale the rays of the suns.
I let my eyes dance like stars
In the cosmic heavens above.
I say fuck the people that so called “raised-me”
Really the don’t give a fuck about me lately
Should I talk it out with them? I don’t know, Maybe
But in this stage it seems impossible
Pictures are worth one thousand words and smiles can hide one million.
No one is as they seem.
So I smile, pretty as a picture, and hide struggles that are mine to bear and no one else's to know.
Ten. I can't stand myself sometimes but honestly who loves themselves one hundred percent of the time? Pictures are worth one thousand words but smiles can hide one million.
Chains constricted a man sporting a mask.The mask concealed his twisted Shadow.The Shadow's misery an agony: the chains.
I am me.
Who am I?
I am me.
Unique and full of pride.
Blessed with a good family.
Friends that warm the heart.
Pets that cuddle.
No one can ask for more...
Who am I.
I am Happy.
I think
To be “strong” is to be
Miserable.
To be “strong” when you feel your weakest,
Is to destroy one self.
I have never felt my
“Strongest” when I’ve had to
Pretend
There will always be pain in Beauty,
But I still don't know how victory looks like.
Beauty sounds so close,
But temporarly comes & goes.
I don't ask for much,
I don't expect much either,
Not from you anyway,
All I really want
Need
From you is
Your acceptance.
Am I asking too much?
Because you're making it
Seem so.
She used to be beautiful.
The kind of beauty that
Really mattered-
A kind soul,
Self-worth found in every moment
And the courage to stand up for those who can’t defend themselves,
Her reflection appears and she wants to cry
But she remembers how she looks in his eyes
He floods her mind with things she once thought lies
Her heart fills up with butterflies
Like a Spartan, bombarded, I go chargin' through gardensNo cigars, no guitars, just a smart pen, from bargains
i am my own women from my heart and my soul
i am my own women and dont need to be told
from the smile on my brown lips
to the curve of my thick hips
i am my own women
some people say that i am too big
To tweet, or not to tweet - that is the question:
Is it wiser to follow the crowd,
sharing my every thought and action
Or stand alone above the fray.
To tweet, to expose - my personal life-
Many times at night
a little girl wonders,
What in the world is she fighting for?
Disney told her love
But her parents said success
And everyone else said just to fit in
So she tried to look inside
Without all the make-up and accessories
This is me
Without all the lights and glamorous things
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
If you tell me some guy is “a dick”, I will inform you that
no, his name is Charles.
If you go on to say that Charles is “happy to see me”,
I’ll wonder how you know.
His roll of mints,
the pencil,
The Animal inside has changed
Grown timid from the drugs
The light bearer gives once
A Failure, A Reject, A Nobody.
I will never again be
Able to achieve my dream.
Eventually, I will be
Stuck here, doing nothing.
I will never let myself be
Put into a position like that again.
What makes us the way we are?
The things we wear? The people we hang out with? The things we like?
Or is it simply the things we do, say, or the way we act?
I believe that the world has a way of shaping us all.
Ask the girl in the glass how she survives on just air.
Ask her, how does she last when she devours nothing but despair?
And remorse coats her every attempt to ignore what she sees,
I might look content
Or seem happy
I wear a smile upon my face
I hold my head high
Just like my mother told me
It may seem like i have a lot of confidence
I’ve been hurt
I’ve been beat
Been drug down by my feet--
I’ve been crying
I’ve felt raged
Tried to put down all the right words on the page--
I’ve felt the darkness of the bottom
This is not just a hobby
No, this is therapy
THis is my private counseling session
Poetry is the classroom and my pen is the lesson
And my mind is the curriculum and I am the board of education
I stand, as still as can be, and acceptingly watch as universal energy flows energy in and out of every fiber of my being.
The vibes you give off cloud my judgment
You don’t stimulate my creativity
Instead of being independent
Like the sun in the midday sky
I’ve become like Many a star in your galaxy
Your “wolf pack”
Change, change, change. What would I change about my appearance?What would I change about my life?What would I change about my world?
There is but a tapestry
Woven over the years
Laced with the delicate lives
Of all those who lived before me
I am but a single thread
Spinning endlessly until
My end, just a piece
YOU SUCK,
YOU SUCK,
YOU SUCK.
I want to cover my ears from these words but
they arent actually being said.
It's all in my head.
They called her names
They laughed as she cried
They pretended to be friends with her
They filled her head with lies
She believed their words
She took it to heart
Permanant marker X's
All across her mirror
She stands in the same spot
And looks at every error
Like a wrong answer
Like a failed assignment
But at least she won't have to look
I came today to solely pick up the milk and eggs
But leave feeling queasy in both my head and my legs.
This is such an innoent and frequented place
But all people suffer, unless made of lace
I can't chase my demons, they've tied me too far down.
God would not forgive me, I don't deserve his crown.
What if I walked into the ocean? If I mysteriously drowned.
“Hey, do you know Jenn?”
“Which one?”
“You know, the little one?”
“Ohhhhh yeah that one, why?”
Descriptions of me are facinating
I wonder how many times
I can cycle through the system
I am a bird entrapped in its dark cage
waiting for a man who is my age
if I could change one thing it wild be
No one is
good enough
for anyone
anymore.
"You can't be:
too weak,
too strong,
too skinny,
too fat,
too shy,
too confident,
too pretty,
too ugly,
If I could change one thing
it would be the way people see themselves.
Short
Fat
Skinny
Tall
That's all anyone ever sees.
But you know what's also there?
How their eyes light up
Society whispersAbout who we are required to be.Society tellsUs that we, as human beings,Who try our bestTo be ourselves-Conforming to another lie-
I would change myself
my hair, my face, my life-
Or try to at least
Shoot for perfection
when perfection is warped and pretend.
The clown mirror hangs, glaring at me
Taunting me,
He came at me with pain, uttering my name
If only to remind, that our names were the same
I couldn’t look up, towards such disdain
For it was me in that mirror, that I wanted to change
I would change your perception,
My perception,
I would change the perception of the world,
I would throw out all the bad:
The diet pills, the steroids, the magical items that don't work,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
you make these girls feel very small.
Megan Fox and Brittany Snow
the faces we all love and know.
Everyone loves a size two,
how come that isn't you?
I am one pursuit in hundreds of recruits.
I am in one family in a world of two billion families.
I am on one planet in one galaxy of limitless galaxies:
friends, parents, teachers,
all seem to have only one thing to say to a child desperately seeking advice:
"just be yourself!"
it becomes the core theme of children's shows on disney or nickelodeon
These delicate lumps of of tendons, muscle, bone
Carry on for mile, miles all alone.
As their master's eyes close
To escape from it's woes,
These small little toes will keep fluttering along.
Seeing past the face, you put on like you have to be ashamed of 'you' . . . .Can't you see you're beautiful
“Mirror, mirror on my wall
Who is fairest of them all?
I know it not to be me
With how I look, how could it be?
I am not thin or sweet or smart.
I do not look like a piece of art.
I am in the ring,A death corner shaded in blueI am thirsty for a fightMy opponent stares and grins back at meIt has no face, no form, but its still there
Everytime I look at you,
my feelings always differ.
Whenever I see you, and I feel happy,
it puts a smile on my face.
Whenever I see you, and I get upset,
the entire world is out to get me.
I keep walking no where,
As if there is something I’m looking for,
I see the people around me,
They’re real,
Without faces,
And still real.
Why I’m this way,
It has been engraved into my brain,carved onto the tips of my nails,sewn into the seams of the clothes that I wearthat I am the future and I crave for change because I am the heart of a revolution.
I feel the heat on my back
scorching where my wings could be.
Should be.
I bite and I kick
Power.. How is it that whenever someone has it.. It consumes them? To think you are better then others. To put them down until they are the dirt you step on as you walk To destroy your enemies left and right with a grin on your face To crush ever
I've always been a litte small, I've never been super tall, my voice is light and gets carried away by the wind. Sometimes I forget who I am, Sometimes I forget what I want.
Trying to view yourself
through the lenses of others
leaves you confused.
All you see are blurred images
distorted in their mind's eye.
And that light that you see inside yourself?
The world is more vivid for you
Then me,
Trapped in the mono-green, Womb of the earth.
Watching you all scurry by
Seeing more with your naked eye
Look at society and see the reflection in the mirror isn’t finished.All because you weren't "blessed" to meet the criteria of the "image"-
Straight teeth, long hair, size zero waist, 20/20 vision.
Murderer
Is a big word for what you are
You kill someone everyday
Their name is on YOUR birth certificate
It's disgusting
It's vile
It's simply human nature
I'm hungry.
But who really cares, because
these leggings don't fit.
My head hurts.
And you can't take pills
on an empty stomach.
The world feels fuzzy.
I wish I had the power
I’d rather be known by no one and loved deeply by one person than being known by everyone and not close to anyone.
It’s a curious desire to be known, because it seems to nothing for oneself. Yet it’s craved by nearly everyone.
I go to the mall all
Alone.
Scuffed up sneakers, old blue jeans. Headphones in.
This way, I’m like an eagle above the earth,
Observing the world from afar.
See the young couples holding hands.
No one knows I haven’t eaten in weeks; I try my best to act normal; Within this sickness, I have reached my peak; Just waiting for my turn to fall; Sometimes its not so easy to hide; And some begin to get suspicious; But I will continue to push al
My reflection stares back in pity
I reject it
And then it hit me;
The truth is
No matter how much they sell
My legs won’t grow and my lips won’t swell
My cheekbones won’t rise
Why am I hurting myself?
Mental damage feels worse than physical damage
And I keep going at it.
I beat myself up everyday.
‘Why didn’t I do that?’
‘Why did I react that way?’
It is cold here,
but my throat burns with anguish and self-hatred.
My body failed more than it was appreciated.
A beautiful, red ribbon holds me to the ground.
As I stare at the blank page in front of me, life is breezing me by
People change, people love, get married, grow old and die
Yet I am still here. Staring at this blank page.
Today, I ate a half an apple.
Today, I stared at myself in the mirror, saw the jutting of my hips, the mountains of my shoulder blades, and the hills and valleys my ribs made.
I saw
With my own eyes
My body
All my life I have struggled
All of time I have fought
Every day a new battle
Every hour a new loss
I'm no soldier or fighter
Not a hero at all
Just a person imprisoned
In a mind not my own
I AM
I AM THE FACES OF THOSE WHO HAVE COME BEFORE ME,
I AM THE COURAGE TO STAND TO MY ENEMIES,
I AM THE VOICE OF GENERATIONS WHO HAVE BEEN RIDICULED,
DISRESPECTED, USED, ABUSED, AND NEGLECTED.
Never really felt like
I was needed around
I'd clown too much,
always frown and feel left out.
I begged for attention,
though never realized by most.
i tried to fit in,
but always gave up hope.
I’m a master, a pastor, a preacher of time.
Don’t get it twisted, I’ve got humility and empathy,
I’m not saying I’m the best,
But I’ve learned, done, and forgotten more than the next.
What I wanted was a life normal to every other
I fell victim to the mirror, the rest just makes me shutter
I quit making friends, and made my body crumble
Every meal was a war, magazines made me stumble
Crawling out of her cracked shell of skin, she is
writhing against the body that gives her life.
Too tight! Too tight! she shrieks, suffocating
in her prison and dreaming of bursting free -
Your opinion of me is so important
that I will destroy myself
in order to gain your acceptance.
I will stop eating
so you will think I am skinny.
I will wear three pounds of make-up
It's 8 a.m.
and I wish I were
blind.
I could spare myself
the pain of staring
at a reflection
dying to change,
trapped in this body.
I wouldn't have to wear
my worn skin,
I am not beautiful.
More like the Chernobyl accident
than a butterfly unfurling its wings.
I am radiation,
making the surrounding area unlivable,
still to this day.
I am stagnant,
vacant.
A green-skinned apple in your eye,
An autumn sunset, a sweet pink sky,
Who, with that mouthful of stars,
Breathes summer on your meanest scars,
And, with those long-fingered hands
Always busy, lets you stand:
The media force feeds us lies that we need material things to fit in and survive, but what ever happened to personality and being yourself to thrive? It went down the drain along with being thankful and respect.
A time of green,
the flower not yet plucked.
A young gent lost,
innocent, untouched.
The carnal mood
of dark and whispered place.
Damsel of dreams
did tempt him to the race.
Come down to the river
Come watch with me
See the ripples and the flow
Of the water as it goes
As what goes?
Your mind
Set it free. Find peace
Peace where?
Out there, on the rocks;
When I first danced
I was an elephant
Heavy and stomping
and swaying my heavy tusks,
The Duck would tell me
"No No No! Don't stomp step lightly"
and so thus I became a gorilla.
As a bird
She flies away
With the setting sun
Brave and radiant
With a burning soul
And determined heart
She soars far above
Any distress that could reach her
Brave enough to face the future
(poems go here)
why do you so desperately seek attention?
I just want to gather you all for an intervention
It's a problem--- Epidemic
Trying too hard, she knows.
Promises made to self are broken
she holds herself together inside
her heart beats slow, distant.
They're all lies.
But is the truth any better?
My mother’s embrace is my home and in her arms I am never alone. People attack me with words, words that pierce my soul like daggers. I am not fierce nor am I bold so I cannot help the tears that pour like rain as I am in pain.
Dying Uniqueness: The Ill-Favored Girl
I feel like dying
She feels like crying
In what sense, is someone beautiful?
Who defines the worthy outlines
Of a young girls troubled face
As she stares enviously
At the women who gracefully stride
“Perfect” all over her unguarded thoughts?
I may not be thin
But I am still beautiful
I may have some scars
But I am still human
I may be gay
But I am not a whore
I may believe differently than you
but that doesn't make me stupid
