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To those who handed me the paintbrush
to craft a mind of my own
In a world that's rich in color,
To those who spoke up in the quietest room,
To those who heard me suffer in silence,
Beautiful
Intelligent
Strong
Virtues gained
And stored in my
Silent intensity
-Laughter like a hyena leaving pink tongue unwillingly-
She's forgetting
How to speak softly
You can call me beautiful
But it would be more heart felt
If you called me intelligent.
If you let me know that my laugh is
Contagious.
Or that the way I carry myself is
Inspiring.
If I were lost,
in a paradise unfound
the only thing
that I would need
is to keep my sanity
While others would say
I hear these songs singing about my body
Every girl and every boy is judged
Can you feel the burning eyes?
Those who judge are judged upon
Those who watch are also watched
Look at yourself
Fierce and low budget do not belong in the same sentence
But that was my predicament, the low income dilemna I was stuck facing
My parents said I don't need to be flawless
I need God because of my flaws
Rush through the hallway
Head down
Books clutched in my hands
Pressed against my chest.
Don’t make eye contact!
Don’t let them see your face.
Good.
Now keep going.
Not too fast!
Women are more than just pretty little things;
We are genius, we are classic, we are the female kings.
So when someone says being smart more than pretty just isn’t right;
Well, let’s just say I do get very contrite.
she's more than just a pretty face with basic taste
her insecurities, she hides them well
but they still leave a trace
I see her come home at night
The way he writes makes me fall in love
How he compares love with metaphors
Make my tears pour
He is blessed
Especially at writing his best
Lord knows im in love with his mind
Meghan was a single mother of two
She worked until her fingers were red and blue
Her poor children would always whine and whine
One day she decided that would be the last time they whined
Calculations to success
Shackled by deception
Faced with imprisonment
Beaten through lectures
We are voiceless.
Our feet are turned to iron.
We're lobbed into a torrential river
Of expectations.
Ideals. They say,
“The perfect child is ours.
“No flaws here.
Teachers don’t work hard nowadays
Rather than focus on education
They focus on my grades
I may have passed your damn class
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails
let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes
Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid
I write to be Ambitious
I write because I'm Notorious and
When I'm feeling Glorious
I write to Educate and
To Lead with my Intelligence
I write because I'm Caring
I write to get through Anxiety
