unbroken
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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
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
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
Bitten nails
cracked knuckles,
scars that scream
"no!"
Grinding teeth
unman'ged hair,
hunched back that cries
"go..."
Dry skin
"shy" demeanor,
