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You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by the purple marks of sex on my skinny neck? You?
You hang your head low,  because you feel inferior So Your crown has fallen, but little do you know that you are truly superior
I am sewing a dresswith the thread of strength,And knots of ambitions,And when it’s ready, Then will iron itwith the remission,I am sewing my broken soul!
Author: Tangie Harris Title: Flowers Look out there, what do you see? Hopefully within that garden I see a particular flower for me. A handsome flower, with roots
There are people who love youPeople who hate youPeople who wish they were youBut you’re youThey want to be like BeyoncéOr swag it out like my friend JovanteBut nobody is as great as youBeing you
Aloft in the Eaton Canyon air, my arms wave goodbye to the commercial airplane flying away.   Born to break by the corruption of mankind, my innocent laughter then echoes below.  
Times have changed and I’m aboard the timeless train. The clock goes tick tock and I watch dimensions pass me by ...In attempt to hold onto past circumstances,
I  see blue irises A too-large shirt hangs limply over my body There is dried paint on my hands A conversation about planets and stardust swims its was out of the salty tears Blue irises
A year ago I would drop pioson in every drink  I would lock myself in a tall tower I would  stab myself in the back I was shocked everytime it bled No one teaches you how to stop hurting yourself
They ask me what's wrong ? How come your so sad ?  but then I blow it off and deflect .......... "oh its nothing " " really its nothing like that ! Then all of a sudden I'm left panicking SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE 
She looked and frowned, I looked and smiled, She glares, She stares, At things that are not there,
At the start, She was kind, beautiful, free. She was individual, unique Better than she’d ever been. Then, near the middle, And more towards the end Her self image began to bend And bend
She grows almost like a flower, but never quite as tall. And her bark is just as good as her bite. This year, she broke mirrors. She built bridges. She fought wars.
we all have skin. some skin tight some skin loose sometimes wrinkly, sometimes smooth—   but my skin is Brown and to society that is not the sAme;   i am taught
Selfish self Shy self Not wanting to feel Not wanting to notice Not wanting to be Self   Worried about my flyaways How others viewed me Letting others ideas of me affect me
You came into my life And planted a seed I watched you water it and let me grow into this beautiful tree Together we were to fertilize and make more beautiful things Till one day you stopped watering me
 A year ago I wouldn't have known the girl I see now I could not have told you how I did not know me I was in my own self misery I was in deep depression In what I thought was oppression
I look in the mirror and I like what I see.   Curves. Muscle. A smile. Scars. A rib cage, with a beating heart beneath it. A head,
Have you ever felt inadequate, like you'll never amount to  anything, like you'll never accomplish your goals, like the people who tell you you'll only amount to nothing are actually right.That maybe, just maybe, they're telling you the
I'm sorry my hair offends you im sorry its puffy curls block your view you made me feel ashamed when i had cornrows in while being so young but now you call them boxer braids
Waking up to the aurora of morning, Feeling the presence of reality.   Looking at myself in the mirror saying, Today is a beautiful day, fix your mentality. But the feeling of sadness overwhelms me
    Their noses are higher than their IQ's they step on sweet innocents as if they roses.         When will they relize?      We fumble around as if we've been shotten , but in reality we are all just rotten.
  To the boys who feel disgusted by women on their periods and the young ladies who fear womanhood because of it. Here’s a sneak peak into our leak week:   Period 1: AP U.S. History
I was raised to be proud, confident, to embrace full.  To ignore the mugs of the brighter skin, Living Melanin. To wear my curly fro & deny any hands to touch for it was my crown.
  It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
    After spending months with you I can’t believe I thought you were the one too I hate that I fell for the idea of us You getting along with everyone was just a plus
In my own arms I AM safe and sound Free to explore, free from all bounds In the past I built walls around And the insecurities kept weighing me down Trying to fly but my feet couldnt lift off the ground
All I need Is my black+ness; Making a home out of my skin Deep with+in Proof of my ancestors’ reignin’
I swore that I got my light from the North Star When I was just a flicker in the rolling fields of dark satin I prayed to the sky, “Grant me a dimmer backdrop So that I may rise out of it”
What pronouns do you want? Like within the course of a week, I could change my gender identity. Is it because of a boy? Like every life event must be reflected in an appearance change.
Putting her on a pedestal makes you a fool. Lust only lasts for so long, so take time for yourself so you don't get stuck in the wrong. Return to your interests instead of what controls you.
I am a Egyptian queen 
Money, power, accessories. I would banish all these luxuries, All costly clothing, all fancy bling, For the sake of something Greater.
You are all I need, when I forget to breathe You are all I need, when I can't reach my feet You are all I need, so please believe in me. Please believe that you can be free, for you are me.
I smile in the mirror and whisper the words to myself, “You’re pretty” But my reflection says back, “No you’re not. You’re more than just pretty.
Finally things are going in a way that I can agree with. Finally I can smile with pride with straight white teeth. Finally I can rack up on savings because of a great job.
Melanin   Sounds like a product someone is selling I constantly hear peopling posting it, saying it, yelling. It is my skin, The one I was born in I have always had it but now it being the norm thing
  I am a girl transitioning into womanhood. Still making mistakes , but learning from them. I  cry during sad movies, and during happy ones too. I care too much, for those who care to little.
I am different, from the kids at school. I am unique, among my friends. I am strong, for my family. I am a fighter, with my father. I am weak, for sometimes it's too dark. I am insolated, the darkness consumes me. But I am not alone.
The first time I got them done was last summer
I am not weak. {I won’t deny my flaws and insecurities. I’ve been bruised and broken in places, used and abused and pushed aside and wasted, disregarded and shamed, manipulated and blamed,
Can I be lost in your arms Can I forget what it is to remember Can I lie and say goodnight Would you believe me?   If I try to deceive you Would you even care Would you look away
My mother told me i had a chameleon soul, no moral compass, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisivness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. I am a person who belongs to no one, who belongs to everyone.
Happy days come and go but nothing more They say to prove your worth or else be sore Ive come and gone and begged my soul to greif Alas it has been nothing but a dream.  Those boys and girls pertain to nothingness
My job isn't to make you feel comfortable To show that I care about how you feel about me Everyone repeat after me: MY worth is not diminished by what others think or say about me. ALL TOGETHER NOW. 
Some People hide in the darkness
This is Me. I am Bare.
My face with no filter is a face I am proud to post My freckles and my blush are the things I love the most Many people say I could use some cover-up But nothing beats the smile I bring when I want to say wassup  
What I say
I open my eyes and look towards my feet. There are weights on a wall seeming to stare at me.
I am a girl risen from ashes. An alcoholic mother And a drug-addict father. Yeah, you could say the odds were against me. Constantly being told you'll amount to nothing. Boy, did I prove them wrong?  
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
Three months. That's how long I wore makeup in eighth grade- How long I tried to fit ubiquitous standards. Solutions for fear of inadequacy:
Who am I without any of those filters or fake edits? Well I am me I am someone who is naturally beautiful yet goofy all by my personal line of credit I am someone with flaws just like anyone else
And as much as I adore you, I adore myself just as much as you claim to. I cannot bare anymore heartbreaks, not one more let down, and not one bit more of doubt. This must come natural to you; I seem to fold so easily.
 My braces and brackets. My curls that I love to twirl. Bown eyes. Brows with a high arch. I don't know if I can tell you all begining to start. Yellow  skin. 5"6 is where I stand. eighteen and I feel like I'm downing in quicksand.
"You're white, you're a girl, your life is easy." On the outside looking in, I suppose: I am white, I am a girl. I come from a white family Born into happiness and health. Raised with respect and manners.
Who do I become 
"Four eyes", "big forehead", all the things that my haters said. "Big lips", "big nose to", thought I was cute, they like "who told you?"
#n   ofilter now you can see my flaws
Bells chime 4-3-2 Heart radiant like the Sun Divine energy
Before you even noticed him I saw you You liked him But, I crave you What am I gonna do? He’s just a masquerader That’ll never get it Only asking you can I hit it? Can I hit it?
so midless and numb; i remember the feeling of blades on my skin
When I was five I wanted to be a princess.
The life we live in is the life we sin in
Twenty photos taken Ten are deleted Five are retaken Ten show the camera’s reflection on my glasses The other five look hideous: My baby cheeks seem to be bulging; My skin is flushed out;
Look at me. Do you see me? Or do you see this mask of foundation that i am wearing. I am not this wig that you see
I wont look too long when I know I wont like what I see,
I use to feel so disgusted by those hurtful words telling me that I wasn't pretty enough  slim enough 
I am flawless I am perfect  There is not one thing    wrong                                        strange                                        terrible
Every day I put a mask on my face. I pick out my flaws and try to erase The "imperfections" our society has set. Impossible standards that have yet to be met. So who am I behind the mask?
There is a wall up, A wall that no one can see. The wall is what hides me,
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
I would like to think that my body and my face were created specifically for me.
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space   I framed all my smiles and kept them on display I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away  
  My imperfections are in no way diminishing my value! For I am Priceless,
You don't even know who you fucking are, let alone what you're fucking worth,
Dentists would always call me "Bucktooth Beaver," Potentially straight teeth, was everyone, even I, a nonbeliever?   The other girls said my breasts remind them of a boy,
Without all the filters, without the different poses I know who I am and God only knows it I am free to be me in my crazy condition My wild mind could be shown at an art exhibition
I look in the mirror and am proud of what I see It took a long time to get here Loving my body and who I am starting to be I was able to push past my fear I have two legs to run and a body that is strong
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
Age 13, my face was full of blemishes. Age 14, I had to get glasses. Age 15, I wanted perfect skin. Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
Who needs filters the constant judging of people who see 
Society says the point of “getting better” is to be loved. By someone; by something. 
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.
no one is more you-er than you... "you're fat, you're big, you're dark" is it all true? invested time trying to change the views the comments, the likes, the photos
I am beautiful.My heart is gold.My sprirt is glowing.My attitude is bold.I am beautiful.My compassion is limitless.My intellegence is vast.My love is tenderness.
I think, therefore I am But what do I think?  What am I?   What am I? I am beautiful  I am free I am the fearful and wonderful creature that God made me to be  
I see how people are self-conscious How people try to be confident I see how society brings us down How people say hurtful things
My body was my battleground. My skin parted like the Red Sea, and a surge of life came flooding over me. Dusk looked like the bruises on my bones. The war between mind over matter was never ending and some days all I could do was rest.
The world describes using filters and wearing makeup as a way to hide our true selves from the world
I remember the way the filters made me look, so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new. I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
Don't glance at me with empty eyes, I demand that double take from fiery irises directed at laugh lines and a squinty-eyed smile.
She sits and wonders to herself,  How she wishes she were someone else.  Her hair as flat as books she reads And eyes the shade of polluted seas.   Turns on the computer and there she finds
It’s striking-
Behind all the filters,  my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
I have learned to love these curves As a rollercoaster to my body. The more curves, The more exciting, Because no one likes a ride, That only goes straight.   Glide your hands over the curves
I am a body of water Stretching far and wide Beyond and away From my shores, to some unknown Place And my body is the water It rolls and ripples And my mind is the water Calm and glassy
  Flawless is born in my thighs that stretch wide and thick 
"I am no bird," That's what she told me. "no net ensares me." Those words are true.    You strived to be more than a bird, but, You found yourself caught,  defensless, trapped.  
I am the queen, I am the ruler. My body is my kingdom. It may be quite war torn,
I guess I never really thoug
First, the feelings of unworthiness battle for domination of mind and soul They, seemingly irrelavent, are allowed in These do not want to be known from the outside So they hide themselves behind a joyful face
Sadness is dark like a dark winter's night Sadness taste like salty tears falling down your face Sadness smells like dead rose  Sadness looks like glass being broken Sadness sounds like your last breath
America my dear..
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
All you do is bring me down. You told me I am ugly, a slut, a loser, and a monster. I am no longer the moster. I have finally learned how to accept myself, even if others despite me.
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
Being Myself , The best that I can be Being Myself , The test noone sees Being Myself, The rest is mystery. Thats a challenge, Thats a Quiz  Thats a challenge , only for a Wiz. 
Mirrors tell the truth, you see They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too. You can't count on people's words either.
We're trying to make it in this world But most of us are still poor
Silent and still in her darkness she observed The lights glowing in her milky way growing disturbed. The stars jarred and jerked Though their brilliant burn seemed all the same from planet Earth.  
I wish I could share with you the euphoria I get when I’m really, really high on life.   It feels as if I’m apart from my body. It’s like a million birds singing with me,
Living behind the curtain of the perfect girl is tough Not telling anyone what is actually going on is tough I've been through a lot in my short lifetime A few years ago my best friend called me a slut behind my back
Lost within You
Have it your way. Or instead, let’s do it my way. Leaving you, to suffer, to fail, and             To die. Leaving you to run into your own             Enigmatic maze.
Why do I care what others think when I know I’m amazing?
every day the kids in the the classrooms hold conversations like it's no problem.  
What scares me so much? Sometimes, I don’t even know I ask myself this question Before I’m about to go- Hide, leave, run from my fears. Fears that I don’t even know how to describe.
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus, If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
You can’t see me? Good I don’t want you to. I stand behind this curtain Behind this wall So I am away from you From your judgment Because you don’t know who I am. I am a great person
    The world is filled with upset teens Burdened with the pressure of perfection. Always striving to be lean,
Breathe in Breathe out The exhale is a gust blowing the pain of depression out Bulimia catch the tale wind leave me please No you bring me right back to the beginning Momma don't drink
Two sides of the same coin yet so different  one puts a religious front and the other a complete non believer mother and father wouldnt approve  thanks to them my curtain is locked  fool proof
She's afraid to show society what she's made of.
*Note:The format of this poem was inspired by Frank X.
Grasping his cold, calloused hand tightly, My throat squeezed itself even tighter. I looked up with cloudy eyes and fading hope. His eyes glazing with his own tears, he said my name.
My body is a universe
Nobody is born flawless No one is a perfect being But when we embrace our flaws And love ourselves for who we are   we are flawless  
I hide my eyes so you can't see
When I was born, I was born as myself. A unique little girl, Unlike anyone else.   I was one of a kind, Someone very special. I was in charge of my life, The queen of my own world.
Words from my mother Combing through knotted curly hair One ear, Out the other Phrases too hard to bear   Hardest part of the day To me, this is so clear Children go out and play
don't tell me things about myself that i know are lies   don't say that i am not good enough when i know the truth   don't say that i am ugly when i can see clearly  
I'm not the man behind the curtain, but the Turtle behind the Shell. How can I stop from being trampled on when I can't even stand up for myself? It's hard to stand on solid ground
I am a girl. I am a woman. I should sit on the toilet, and stare at the wall, or the tub, or the sink. My view should be of the things around me, not the things under me. I am a human. I am a person.
Captivated by her beauty, the beast overcomes me.The beast i cannot tame. The beast that tells me who i am. And who i want to be.I see the way you look at her.The way she looks at you.
10     9       8           You count down, It's almost time. 7   6      5         The tears they fall, No going back now. 4
You love me now, You love me never again,
In the words of my mother “I was as big as a good shit” Which was some shit seeing a I gave her so many complications.
Hi, My name is Abriana, and I'm addicted to him. He is like my drug, never good for me but still good enough to silence the pain.
You cover my eyes You open the door
Let us linger here a while in the foolishness of things. Let the wind and the rain cleanse all our sorrow and shame.
I scream and shout You hear me from across the room I'm a bright prescence even when you want nothing to do but get away Always laughing Wearing a constant grin Doing my best to pull out a smile or a chuckle
Who is the real me? Am I the person who people look to for a good laugh when they’re feeling down?Am I the person who is there for my friends and family in their times of need?
Behind the curtains there is this lonely Gil.
I’ve felt this way For many, many years Hiding and pretending
I changed my look I changed my hair.   I changed for friends who won't be there.   I changed my smile I changed my clothes   I thought my change would be worthwhile  
I was misguided. My demons would taunt me. Convince me to wander on countless occasions. I'd roam around until they'd finally attack. They always did and always do, as soon as they see their chance. They feed on any sign of weakness.
bugs crawling under my skin tiny whispers the itch of trillions of legs uglyloserwrongawkwardwrongweird no No NO i am not ruined i am not a burning building i am not damaged goods
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
Let x equal me
As the sun peaked through your window, it woke me with its sweet rays. Hugging me gently, just as my mother did back in those days.
It's weird to think I used to hate myself. Look in the mirror, cringe and coil away from myself. Ripping apart the person that is me. Wishing away every little blemish and piece of skin.
It's a world painted with love...lust...passion...hate...intrigue and so many other heart hitting things.   There are roads that lead us to our happiest moments and others to the most tragic times of our life.
 “The Prosecution Rests” This room gets smaller by the second. I swear that my winter-wear was underestimated. It seems cool when you’re on the outside, but as soon as
When will my bones stop aching when will my chest stop quaking from my missing you   I must be the one  I must become some one so I can love myself more than you
My golden eyes hide behing the pounds of mascara that shade my natural beauty.   Constrained by the norms of society I fake it until I can one day make it, Hoping for a chance to be myself,
Dear sister friend,   What is it that you see? Are you not pleased with what’s underneath?
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  
It takes me too long To look in the mirror.  Much too long To look at my reflection. Remember the times you called me  "Fat.
  I begin and end With the use of this state of mind I am you as you are I Potential is a given Confidence rearranges
HelloIs all you have to sayas we walk each other by.Instead you let my presence go missingbecause I entangle vowels with consonantssynchronize self-love with confidence.too ethnic
Growing up in this world you are taught to envy others But why are we jealous of those in magazines or on TV Rather than wanting to be exactly like our mothers 'Perfect' people plastered everywhere is all we see
For 23 years I didn't know what it meant to look in the mirror and think anything positive.
Step outside yourself for a moment, look at yourself in a different light. Not just any light, but with the Light of Christ.
My Body is not "my body" in fact it is a blessing. My body is not yours to be kissing, loving, and caressing. From my curly nappy hair that screams with African strength. To my long spider fingers rich in their length. 
Why Should I be less than thou that did not create me? Because I have honey thighs and a figure but lack certain organs "thee" are not "we"? Nurtured like flowers in a garden we are raised to succeed, but not to over achieve.
Who the heck are you to tell me I’m wrong? How can you be so sure that the song I sing is out of tune?
Shy. Insecure, Embarrased Unconfident She glares at the two piece shimmery white bikini, hanging up on the wall It called out to her It was beautiful.
I used to grow up thinking daddy's wide shoulders were the highest point of Earth. questioning my worth as i stand here vertically challenged
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for? How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
Aim to become all that you hope to be, all that you dream to be, all that you will be
Why are you staring? Does my body hair offend you? Are you scared by my lack of makeup? Tell me, am I not good enough?   Why are you staring? Is it because a fat girl is wearing cutoffs?
Leave me at perfection, it's just over there.
  Her stride so poised She floats with every step she makes in her nude Pigalle heel Demeanor, so regal it demands respect
tonight i cried because i lost controll. tonight as i stood in the shower as i stood naked and alone i cried.  tonight i remembered when i was the girl the boys fallowed around  calling her 
L iving without self-hatred. O beying the standards I've set for myself.
I'd change my face The large pores, the dimpled chin Sharpen the roundness, put teeth in a brace
if the boy you love consistently asks for sex but refuses to treat you like the goddess you are, leave him 
I wish I could kiss all the b
There is no quiet place inside of my head everything between us seems dead I can’t help but to think there is no sun
This is for you.
I tan, I whiten, I flat iron, I brighten I paint, I conceal, I pluck, and I peel.
I wear a size seven, you want me to be a three. Forget what you say. This is real, this is me. I wear a size large, you want me to be a small. You think 5'1" is too short,
Look in me. Now tell me what do you see. You don't see much. But let me tell you what I see a child force to be grown.
I may not be dumb, But that does not mean I’m smart. I’m old enough now To take care of my own heart. So that’s what I had thought, Then I chose the wrong guy.
I am alone,
1. Scrub your skin cleanuntil the fingerprintsof mean boysare wiped clear fromyour thighs and wrists. 
Am I more than just a breath escaping from a pair of lungs? More than just a beat drumming in a chest? More than just the lakes residing in my veins? Yes, I am more. I am love and sweat
In elementary school, we read a story called The BFG, or big friendly giant. It was a story about the only kind giant to exist. If you asked any of my old classmates about the story, most would probably not remember.
We hold a high position.Standing with a strong attitude in the way we walk and talk.No man will respect the women who can’t run her own race, but every man will respect the woman who can hold her own.
I am from glossy pages still unread, from Miracle and hydrofluorcarbon. I am from the ochre and unkempt backyard. I am from the Peace Lilly, the forest of Pines, whose branches reach high above.
As a little child I played in an open field of dreams Not having a care in the worldBut as time went by a fence started to build a barrier around me
I love my big nose and big lips: nubian features; my blemishes and acne marks.  I love my nappy roots; the 4-5 hours it takes to tame my mane.
I just wanted closure I wanted to start a new chapter I longed for the day I could move on And let go of the one person I was chasing after I cried oceans of tears at night
She is tumbling, cascading, silently spiraling into a tunnel of hopelessness. you are too dark! you're not pretty enough! she desperate for comfort.
The struggle and pain is real and pure. Living a life you never wanted to live And also enduring the pain that it brought. Everyday that should be a bright and sunny day, Is dark and full of misery.
As the lights go out Our minds begin to render thoughts and things we pushed back. Back to the depths of what we fear. Fear of the times we dare not share,
She takes a moment to look at her life Strife after strife Day and night And after all these trials The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed And she can laugh at whatever comes her way
She takes a moment to look at her life Strife after strife Day and night And after all these trials The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed And she can laugh at whatever comes her way
Course as wind, the spirit paces in all the hallways we have yet to discover within ourselves Untouched portals and crooked thoughts of mankind clash, leaving the seekers tongue tied.
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