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Hugs and kisses to all my Supporters. You have Always been there to boost my Ego even further, still. Hugs and kisses to all my Haters. Without you, I wouldn't know the value
The road not taken, The path that I thought lead me, astray yet, here I am. here, I’ll stand— my heart in my hand, my soul attached by strings, my mind tacked by tape and glue—
A little girl looks in the mirror one day And wishes her reflection would just go away Echoes of torment resound in her ears As her eyes fill to the brim with tears
My self worth will pour out the cracks of the piggy bank On the day I decide to steal the coins
This body. One heart. Two valves. 300 million veins. 37 trillion cells. Regenerating every second to keep you alive.
There is a beauty in the souls Aphrodite could see. She could not understand how They could not see it themselves. It saddened her, The goddess of beauty The goddess of love,
What exactly does the word love mean ? Extracting the emotions of every being OR Spiritually confined to the lust of sympathy ?
Growing It’s not the fastest of processes. It takes time Patience Commitment. It’s a network of memories, people, and experiences.
Courage Poem I am no Superhero! I am Faith Rodriguez and making a difference in this world I suffer from depression, and I refuse to let fear take hold
Fearing a transparent man-made tool of vanity A tool who hides nothing This tool shows you who you truly are Some may say that you are more than your reflection
I’m not supposed to write this poem It’s embarrassing - on many levels, for many people
She would tell me I am beautiful. She would do her best to convince me of this,to build up my self-esteemin relation to my bodily self,because I guess I seemedtoo self-conscious.
To talk of it is easily done, But To feel it coarse through your vein- That is a much harder task, And to the Universe I want to ask: Why am I so crippled? Why am I so blind?
The hardest Realization I came to Was that People leave Anytime No one ever stays And I had to Come to the Realization that I had to be enough Because in the end
My whole life—wanting to be enough Wanting to be skinny Wanting to get the guy Wanting to be perfect But fuck it Beauty is pain But trying to be beautiful is agony
Too much Too much makeup Too much perfume Too much effort All my life I’ve been told To try harder But not too hard Am I doing it right? Shiny, blonde hair
A poem in my pocket, I carry it around throughout April, Hoping my friends would try it before they knock it. It was dark and slightly grotesque
Sweet soft rhymes rhythmic against ears so eager Eat every word with sweet salivating stealth Poems provoke pieces of me Hanging on the quatrain I quiver through questions of who I am
You began as a single raindrop into my existenceAt first the presence of you was quiet and unseenAs your small stream flowed into my cracksYou were a stranger to meBut the innocence within my spirit
Dear Adventurer, As you reach the Forests, The greatest challenges await Tests of your true self And desire to adhere to the path. The trees' darkness emanates with pressure
You say you know what the world means When you never know your silent screams . The world is pretty with all to do Where everyday there is something new . But tell me this
Girls are great Girls are so pretty Girls are beautiful Boys are dumb Boys are gross
Dear future me, Stay away from people who make you Feel like you are hard to love. Honey, push them aside and rise above. Choose people Who choose you. And grow through
Dear K.S.,I love you.I know sometimes I act weirdAnd my hands shakeAnd my teeth chatterAnd my eyes clench shut.But you deal with it.I know sometimes I get angryWith the world we live in
Unclench your jaw— Let go And be at ease. The world is already so tough You don’t need to please. Drop down your shoulders
Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I sat with you when you got angry. Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths. Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
my confidence turns to insecurity faster than lightning travels through trees
before anything else, i love myself first. to prevent the beginning of an unhealthy relationship, i dive into accepting myself headfirst. before you can love someone in a zip,
Hey there! I know I've been avoiding you, but I there's something you should know. I don't know how to say this, but with you, I can't seem to grow. With you breathing down my neck my fears start to show.
You valued me At much less Than I am worth And I myself Believed you As if you are the one Who gets to determine
As I sit in the castle, I feel locked up like a creature. The world seems still and dull. Day and Night have become one, And life moves on without me.
There was a beautiful little mermaid named Ariel who lived under the sea. She dreamed of going on land but you had to be fifteen to go up there.
Messy, Daylight, Fences She learned to love her, yes she did In those few minutes and few weeks It wasn't love strain'd (maybe Shakespeare'd understand) And it wsasn't love beow the belt
Keep your shrill voice quiet, you’re disturbing the men at work. Actually, it’s preferred you don’t speak at all, honey. “Go get me a beer, baby,” he’s saying.
Did you tell them you were ok Did you laugh it off and shake your head because nobody wants to look weak. Did you walk calmly out the door but run
There are some days when life just gets me down but when I see I'm in this haze There's someone who I've found He can't speak our language and has tiny paws with pointed claws
Look deeply into my eyes and tell me what do you see Pain and a mesmerizing smile that hides from the outskirts of the world Scars that were never healed because of told words
Take off your make up Be who you truly are Show off your blemishes And don’t be afraid
Take off your make up Be who you truly are Show off your blemishes And don’t be afraid
I was at the end of my rope The palms of my hands burning My mind telling me to give up But that ancient part of me bent on survival refusing to let go
rough patches on skin, bumps around eyes, discoloration they look like little countries little cities live in my little countries, with little buildings and little homes
looking threw each eye the three folds of feelings can dictate your day. Pain, love, hope . You may feel that your looking threw your pain.
Why am I so low? Hanging around the ghetto My mind is an endzone Showin thins to me that ain't to be shown Feeling so self conscious I am going nauseous Watching sevy on the wire
Poetry is not only art But it shows how far you've come. When I read old poems I see how much I've grown As a poet and a person. I may not be the best writer, But I love seeing personal growth
No larger than a minuscule larva I knew I was unique As I grew larger with age My qualities were shamed I knew what they said was false
Beauty is a broken mirror.You try to pick up the piecesNot caring that the sharp edgesPierce your natural skin.The rough edges scar your body; They create jagged lines across something Already beautiful.
It's so tiny, the cropped too shirt.
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
Everything we do is so fast And so fragile We don't consider that everything is temporary We plunge ourselves headfirst into everything we do We throw ourselves into out into the world Body first
I glare at the full-length mirror trying to comprehend this mess you see in me. You stare at my flaws, these holes in my life, blaming them for the problem burning at your core.
When I was younger, I had the idea that reality was like a soft sheet, If you were scared, you could cower back into the comfort of what you know to be home, If you were angry, you could rip it to shreds,
Why be me when you can be you? Why be someone else when there is always you? Everyone has their own troubles and happiness You are the only one who knows you best No one has it perfect
Why do you expect so much, why do you think I did this and that? Is it because my lips, hips, and chest are full, or because of the arch in my back?
The phrase, “culture and tradition are the enemies of evolution” is the modern artists excuse to erase what had been before, and impose themselves on the works of life. Such misery!
Yeah, I’m skinny what’s it to you? No, I’m not anorexic. No, I’m not bulimic either. No, I am not just skin and bones. I have a high metabolism, and I have a hollow leg that runs in the family.
I don't remember the first day I saw this portal. This portal that showed me what the world saw. The image of me that everyone has an opinion for. Where is my opinion.
I didn’t know I was black until I was 8 years old.
I belong to myself and only to myself While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on. I, now twenty-years-old in perfect physical health Need to remember this when darkness envelopes my mental state
Jazsmin jaz - man noun f 1. A blossoming flower that will always keep growing She silently developes within the faith of her blooms
There she stands On a precipice—the steepest in her mind, Overlooking wrong and right; What is true, what is false; What can help, what can hurt
From the day you looked in the mirror you questioned your flaws ‘You’re a beautiful girl” replayed in your head but your eyes wouldn’t let you believe
What you see on the outside of me is a young freckled girl as confident as can be. She can stand and talk in front of people with ease, and take charge of situations in a breeze.
It's time now To start It's time now To become It's time now To move forward It's time now To be true to you True To the person You are True
When you look into her eyes, and know she doesn't love you the same, You are looking at me. At a funeral, When you suck in a breath of poisoned air, One that reeks of decay,
It won’t kill you. No, what you’re afraid of won’t hurt. But you can. The fear can drive you. Drive you off course. Drive you into a rail.
All my life, I was scared; Scared of what others would think, Scared of standing out, Scared of the world. As a child, I would hide behind my parents; Growing older, I was scared to be different;
Heart beating to the tune of your immituraty Every song out there that makes you think The rough and tumble life at an early age Is worth your life 2 weeks pass,
Darkness is a sickness, Pulling the tide, twisted. Lost in the void, nothing, Alone and cold lay my life. Truth be told,
My imperfections They lie beneath Veins and arteries and flesh I have locked them behind The solidified bars of my ribs They reach out through the spaces And try to lock lips with confidence
Look deep into my eyes See past my empty soul Fly fly away soul Are no cries Nor any lies Just a brain behind a face Wondering why no emotion is tied to this place
Influence was imminent. Inspiration was infinite. Fun, love, bonds, ties, cries. Games, hugs, secrets, thruth, lies. Support and morals drilled in my head. Look up to a roof, come home to a bed.
How to Be Liked Do not do as you're told. Challenge authority - politely. Respect others' boundaries. Break all of your own. Be interesting. Have adventures.
From a young age,
When you fantasize of that caress and places its never been shiver at thoughts of hearing warm words you've never heard ectasy you've never experienced only to come down and realize you're your own surprise,
I am a young seed Waiting, Growing, Calm Soon I will blossom
Sometimes when the world isn't nice to us, we forget how special we are
Who am I?
Here’s to never being good enough
They say if I want to fit in Than I should Walk like them Talk like them Dress Like them They say that beauty
You are not a second choice,
Behind the lights and cameras, Behind the edits and makeup, I am unique. Hidden behind the photoshop Is a girl who just wants to be heard. Who wants to be noticed, To be cared for,
Three years ago I wrote a poemShaming people for using "love" so freelyI now realize my error and malady
How do I sound? Through the smile I place on my face Sometimes I sound like tears (I’m choking back) From the strain of all of this weight on my shoulders
I have freckled cheeks and chapped lips. I have never known what to do with my hair, and I'm sure I sweat my makeup off before lunch everyday. I am not pretty. Because pretty is a flower,
This is my motivation. I see myself in that girl with scars on her wrist In pain, but ignored daily by family and friends And she’s told by others that she can stop anytime she wants.
I don't recognize my own reflection anymore. That sad, broken girl in the mirror can't be me, can it? How did this happen? How do I fix this? That's it. No more selfies. No more selfies will I post,
I am me in my purest form I am me and all I adorn I am the rolls hidden under my shirt and under my nails, I am the dirt I snore while I sleep I lisp with my retainer In the shower I weep
Authenticity - A Life Unmasked Tall
I grew up in the suburbs Always being told that I was different I grew up in the suburbs Always being told ways to change I grew up in the suburbs
There's a funny little saying You are what you eat So watch what you eat cause You are what you eat Can't have fast food You're fat Can't have that cookie That's sugar
Today we are told to be thinner, eat less, work out more; that our beauty has a standard we need to brace ourselves for.
You judged me
Despite the cracks in the mirror, I can plainly see, On the other side, I am staring back at me. They push me down, I get back up, I know it's time, To brush off the dust.
Perfection staring, hope fading away.
Yes I know I'm not perfect
I don’t wear makeup everyday.
I wake up in the morning and all I see is a normal girl. A girl who people don't understand. A girl who is "different". A girl who nobody knows.
How does it happen? That moment when you first realize a flaw? I thought: So many people hate themselves.
The answer to your questions are yes, yes to them all, Yes! yes! yes! enough already, okay? I have a mask on I'll say 18 hours a day. Because I fear that if I take the mask off
It's wrong to hate
Play Pretend Imagine: There is a girl standing by herself, observing her features and physical characteristics in a mirror.
The light kissed their faces Heaven's hue through which it shown An empty stage apart from her alone.
Sabrina Petroski 110-86-7165 Eyes open feet slide off the bed and touch the cold floor step after to she carries herself
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
If you depend on the love of another then who has the power? When you say I love you just to hear it back, What do you do when the words don’t come out of the lips you’ve kissed? Because it will happen.
I’m not the average girl from your video And I ain’t built like a supermodel
People have mistaken my gen
Young like a kid and wild like a forest i meet him and felt complete for seven hundred thirty days i felt alive and loved.welcomed we wasted time, long talks on the phone,
I've found that accepting other people is easier than accepting yourself.
My mind gives birth to many thoughts...
Could the day ever be When I'll only see just me Not a monster or a beast Or has the only me I've ever known deceased Am I really that lost and far gone?
Playing Peek-A-Boo through the bushes. I see a daisy, a damsel in distress, I wonder to myself; a flower that has never been caressed.
what litters my Mind, is the Mind itself. how self-absorbed and arrogant of itself,
Open yourself, A rose-flowered portal, To a party A game A dance. Sing with the world to hear you, Freedom is not in silence. Spin out your arms And take in strangers,
Whats on your mind? I alwyas ponder this question time to time. We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds. I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you. You hide behind your paranoa, You want the "best" for me yet Your support of my dreams means nothing to you. You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others Your voice is powerful and unique to you
"Why do you talk so white?" Well sir, what do you mean? I'm only talking the way I know how to speak, are you sure I don't talk pink? "But, why don't you talk black?"
What the fuck do you know about me? What the fuck do you know? Who the hell are you To say? To choose For me, What you do see. A skinny black kid? You see A Pair of Glasses? You see -
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a Disney princess— beautiful, with big blue eyes and flowing blonde hair. I knew that sunshine lightened my mousy brown locks and wearing white made my eyes look blue
Look at her, look at me; its gold, versus silver, the sun against the moon. Where she shines, I am dim; saught after, and alone, the Beauty and the Beast.
Life is a boulder; I am a rock. Its shadow smothers me under its intimidation. My courage and will begins to rot. I am insignificant. I dismiss myself just as all the other rocks.
If I can make one child's life better, i'll have done my job.
Rosy were of her lavish cheeks, What a shadow the flourescent moonlight leaves Complimented by the icy crystals traveling down in trails towards her heart It's a wonder how such chaotic strife can be such beautiful art
I love cake. I love ice cream I love French fries And tacos And a mash potatoes. I am not a size two. I am not skinny. I am not starving myself And not taking diet pills
in your eyes i see this pain this hate this vain you say you love but dont know how they broke it once how could you know LOVE that word so strong gets thrown around in a sentence in a song
*stomach drops* Hearts stop, And I forget how to breath, Don’t worry, about me, I wear my heart on my sleeve For all to see, Being different is how I love me. ---
Perfection unknown It yells at me Tells me Scorns me Bothers me Never lets me free. What does it mean to be any of this? This little piece of me; My heart My wishes
Everybody deserves to be loved, but they listen to the ones that call them dumb. No matter how many times they've fallen, they can't learn to love themselves. Everybody is special. We are all worth something.
I love the color of my eyes and the color my toe nails I love how I get acne like everyone else and Although you say I am ugly and I should lose some weight Instead of listening I'll eat a burger in your face