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Handfuls of hair tugged tight,Kids crying out in fright,Do they know this is why people cry at night?People thinking they are always in the right,
Many things in this house are broken this family is not one of them. The stove door is off the hinge, the lights are dim, and we need propane. Mom is well though, and Sisters off flying planes.
"Thought she was alone And still she prayed Her hurt reached further than her bones And still she stayed Her mind can't handle control Instead she gave Through Him her love would reach a world
I am many things.
My heart is a safe where I keep all of my darkest secrets.
UNBROKEN By Julissa Anaya You. Backstabbing, false, two-faced person, you. Compulsive, deceitful, self-indulgent human, you.
the day i first met him i turned to stone. my eyes seemed to fog over when he passed by me and my normally nonstop lips fused together. he seemed to fit so perfectly to me like a lego in my lap but
Money, I have none
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections. Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
I'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies When a reflection meets my eyes Rather be an elder at my final hour Than a newly sprouted flower Better to be tattered and worn Than word left unsworn
Rape. It led to my silence. For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me. Fear. I was scared.
My hairs a mess I don't even distress of how I dress my leggings are all worn people are going to know it's all torn
An artist at heart can be the windAlthough people cannot see the strands of a breezeThe soft blows can still be felt against one's skin
I. Am. Flawless. Maybe not to you, or him or her but to me. I. Am. Flawless. I dance my heart out,
People say to be gansta you got to have a sick cut To be cool your quiff game must be on spot Society strives for sprayed on abs and butts that are just too big Well my body might not be perfect
Every girl dreams of the perfect life, Getting paid to smile or being a trophy wife. I think we want it easy, but that is not our call, We want to erase any chance that we may fall.
I shook and dissolved into beams of pride and pain as Neiel Israel spoke the line into existence; “Every day a black man walks He is like Jesus,
Where is the exact point when you find happiness? When you finally know your self-worth? When you love yourself? The tears, the hardships, the harsh comments
A small city with big dreams Nothing but opportunity
Bitten nails cracked knuckles, scars that scream "no!" Grinding teeth unman'ged hair, hunched back that cries "go..." Dry skin "shy" demeanor,