love yourself
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No amount of justification makes true and therefore right in Me everything You've said about Me.
And I will always be a lie to You as long as You keep defining Me for Me.
Im never dishonest, especially about Who I Am.
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
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,
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.
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.
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 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.
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,
They say if I want to fit in
Than I should
Walk like them
Talk like them
Dress Like them
They say that beauty
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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
