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Skin x Spirit: A Love Story
The skin I am most comfortable in
The reciporcal reality of it being
defining but divisive
accomodating but attractive
Fat
That’s what they call me
As if I didn’t already know
As if the doctors hadn’t already given me the heartbreaking diagnosis
Again and again and again
Fat
So yes I am fat
And yes I am tall
A lot of people had come and gone. Even those we confined on. Regardless betrayal.
It's absolutely true that, even a family can never be together forever,
Sometimes the best thing you can do is let go of what you know is no good for you,
But, even though it is the best, it is also the hardest thing that you have to do.
I always thought that being alone was a sad thing,
But that was before I knew about all the joy that it could bring.
As time has gone on, I have gotten more and more used to being alone,
Sunny Days
Ice cream
Long bike rides.
Giggles ringing through the air.
It was fun.
A time of simplicity where worries were few and far between.
I walk with the confidence of kings
With the swagger of a solo artist
With the ease of an egret
And all the nuances in between
When you see me walk by
You can ask me
Or judge me
It’s hard to believe someone when they say they want you when you’ve spent your whole life knowing your an object for sex.
It’s hard to believe someone when they say they want you when you’ve spent your whole life knowing your an object for sex.
Living my life like it's golden.Living my life like im chosen.I am no longer broken.I am beholden, unfolding.Say in motion like the ocean, rolling.
Pussy
is that how others see me
a coward
filled with anxiety and trepidation
too fearful to exist without
gentle coddling
mewling and cowering
Now I'm The Type Who’s A... CONFIDENT GUY... !!!
Pretty Much ALL The Time As I’ve Been Throughout My Life...
There’s Only ONE Thing I’m NOT CONFIDENT With...
A star told me
I might want to consider
Asking the question
Who am I
Why do I breathe
Why am I valuable
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
She has arrived, she’s beautiful, scarred, humbled, and wise.
Most of all this woman is alive.
She walks with a hint of pride, but not too proud to admit her missteps.
Mistakes and lessons dance in harmony a 2-step.
Confidence has never been a feeling explored by me.
Employed by me to heal from the hurt in me, by others, and by me.
Feels good to know that my reflection is a friend to me, no longer my enemy.
Tell me the tale of a good old node.
The one who stirs at everyone's mode
Taking a hint of what to from each imitation
What a virtue to behold.
Sometimes it is hard to wake up and realize that there is no one there and you are all alone,
You're surrounded by family, but they make you feel unloved, so that is nowhere near being called a home.
Lately I have realized something about myself that I never have before,
And I wish it hadn't taken me long to realize that when one closes, there is always another door.
My soul echoes praises,
In the most inopportune of times.
At a sneezing in my face,
In the checkout lines.
Praise is a compulsion,
From my grateful heart to the divine.
I wish I could be a superhero,
The one which everyone looks up to,
The one whose stories are passed through,
I am that badgering caterpillar of ugliness,
which tries to come again and again,
You keep plucking me,
I am never enough for you.
Despite our momentary happiness, I still
fail to obtain your unreachable standards.
She wakes up every morning
To a brand new day.
She is aware of every warning,
Yet she still has a smiling face.
Here peers all around her
See the worst through the best,
But she deters
Confidence inspires me.
People so confident in their God-given talents
In their God-given personality
The first thing I notice about people I meet
Not their looks
Someone told me to write a song about confidenceBut it's something I have a problem withWhat's the point in believing in yourselfIf you continue to get help from someone elseI tryI cryI look up to the sky
work day: over
commute: finished
status: aching to change my life
exhausted,
I opened my grestone window
& the chicago june breeze floated in
I was reminded:
work day: over
commute: finished
status: aching to change my life
exhausted,
I opened my grestone window
& the chicago june breeze floated in
I was reminded:
my love, that singular beauty, is all mine
touched with golden splendor of the gods
sweet as honey, rich as cherry wine
a lively sprite who frolics in the woods
I wear lightning strikes on my hips and thighs as battle scars to remind me who I am, and what I have overcome.
Sometimes it's hard to admit that you need to change,
Because your mind is trying to convince you that you need to stay the same.
It's not easy to face the reality and admit that something is not right,
Acne dapples your face
just as stars blemish the sky.
I’ve seen you look in the mirror
to ask yourself why.
You seize the concealer,
yet your smile, still wry,
because no one picks up a brush
Can I ask why are you staring?
Could it be perhaps my size?
Or is it cause I’ve got these planets swirling in my eyes?
The way I see it
any sentence
can become a poem,
It's just a matter of how
creative the writer
wishes to be in terms of spacing.
They say art
is a beautiful thing.
Warm salty tears rolled off of my cheek and melted,
The colors were blurred as my vision was hazed,
The cold hard floor sent chills through my back,
All was stuck in the glow of pain,
My glow up is when I'm the best me
The best me is who I ought to be
I can be on the outside pretty
But who am I? What do I see?
A caged animal? Or someone free?
I'm the best me when I'm happy
My mind flooded with thoughts such as “What if they don’t like it?” and “What will they think?”
Almond Eyes,
searching for a piece of herself,
in a round-eyed town.
Her identity uncertain,
I remember giving a bracelet to one of my babysitter's when I was young. I made it out of my mother's yarn.
You walk in, steaming water running down your sides,
Like a different world, you stand there just thinking,
It's been a rough day, one worth reflecting on,
I don’t want to be quiet anymore,
(that really bothers me.)
I want to fill the silences and make people smile.
I don’t want to be lost anymore.
Somethings different about the way you wake up in the morning
A deep breath and a smile as you roll out of bed
Still groggy, but doing your daily steps regardless
There's something odd about the way you walk
Once, you claimed a kind of love, unbeknownst to the receiverRememory*A mother’s desperate love; one in which she sacrifices allRememoryDo you truly love your children, or only what they are able to accomplish?
i. you said they came with rocks
so i built a fortress for emotion
brick by brick from bitter lies
about how you thought it was,
to love a woman.
I’ve heard about you
How you linger and lurk
You latch onto your victims so heavily
Leaps of faith become walks
Walks into crawls
I’ve experienced you, I know you exist
I can not live without the moon.
I can survive, yes, but am unable live.
When the moonlight is gone, the night skies turn bleak.
The forces that banish it I will never forgive.
Not everyone sees me
Some may not even now that I am there
Not everyone knows who I am
Some may not even know that I exist
I hide on stage, back
I am a name on paper,
not a name in lights.
I wasn't the smartest in class
I wasn't the best on the team
I sometimes came last
At least that's how it seemed
I aimed to make you proud
I hoped to see you smile
I am supposed to be Anne Frank
But I just feel like myself, pretending
I did not think that I would have been able to feel all of these eyes on me when I signed up for this.
And there was the stage
filled with emptiness and vacancy
begging for someone to stand on it
with their two feet.
walking on stage wasn’t the problem
It’s 12:47 AM.
You’re asleep, all tucked in bed
your head resting against the pillows of feathers plucked from white geese.
Hopeless
Hopeless is how I felt.
In counseling with tears streaming down my face and no regard,
For my makeup smearing revealing I had lost any sense of grace.
To feel you were meant to be more,
It is a feeling I know well
And with grief, my heart does swell
No hubris, to that which may quell
There will come a day, soon
Where I may roar,
But not as a beast,
The lights, they beam down with powerful visibility.
The stage, outstretched and lonely as far as I can see.
The audience, physically unseen, but I’m conscience of their stares.
You, with all your insecurities
How often have you forgotten your victories?
How easy was it to let them whisper into your ears
Until you disappeared?
Their words distracted you from your thoughts
He played with me,
Not knowing I commanded fire.
He toyed with my hair,
Hands so gentle yet eyes full of ire,
Ogling who I have become,
Full of desire,
Seeking solace in havoc,
I like to put plastic bags over my head.
I like to pull them down over my eyes, so I can’t see anything but the light that permeates them.
At thirteen
my heart had never been broken
I was still dreaming big dreams
And I was still outspoken
I sided with hope
having no concept of doubt
Sometimes life isn't fair and sometimes life isn't sweet.
My shiny head makes people stare as I walk alone down the street.
No, you can't touch, don't you dare.
It's a sensitive topic, so I cover up with a sheet.
—she sits alone, never
reaches out to the people
around her—she would
rather suffer than speak up
—she never throws anything away
(she keeps treasures in her room,
Like a dark cloud hovering over me,
Fear found its greedy way into my life.
It held me back with strong chains and great lies,
And convinced me to burrow into my shell.
The demon will always be with me.
It used to control me,
Control what I did, who I talked to.
I could only talk to those who knew, others wouldn't understand.
But at the same time,
I couldn't tell anyone.
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?
I can sit in bed all day
Write stories of love,
And happiness,
And success.
And every expression of emotion
Is guarded up; soliloquy.
Confidence doesn’t like to be around me. He disguises himself, as Ego, then bursts out of my head. The minute I catch him, he disappears.
Sometimes, I call for him.
Do not leave your house, my loveYour face is rather petrifyingI will strive to push and shoveI'd rather you be dyingCancer came and took your eyeTook your self-esteemKidnapped your pride
I whistle a tune
unbeknownst to all
subjugating aerodynamics
take flight in the V, they quack
no? I chose the letter G
I hum a melody
that pricks the ears of Grays
shall they
I will imagine myself now dangling from the edge of a page,
Peering over the corner,
Letting my blood boil,
I'm tired of people being so surprised at my depth of conversation
When it's normal for you to communicate through layers,
digging into the truth becomes basic...
I am vast and I am blue and more than you can see
I am loud and I will be heard by everyone
So with this crash I say -No- I decree
That I am my own being and I cannot be undone
How to be pretty if you are unfortunate with your looks; a WikiHow
Be realistic, are you “ugly” or just simply average?
Average is normal
Ode: (n.) a poem meant to be sung
Hands touch, hearts jump, all of my senses start to go numb. Love strikes, arrows fly, how did he make me become so shy.
waves of desire.
stormy days and his ocean eyes,
and a world of hurt
being left to decipher
what I did I did wrong,
what put me so far away
from what I wanted
even after I wrote you a song
Voice"Just sing," they say But they don't know how much I pray Each morning and twice every night For courage to share what's in my mind's lightVoice One word. Too hard
Start with a bow,
Take a side they said,
Choose your battles.
What is this?
Pulled here and there.
They argue excessively.
Tired of the rules.
Collapsed from the stress.
Curse freckles,
and the way they covered the face of a man
that was my happiness, my pain
my love, my loss
and the only source of Christmas spirit
that I have ever had.
Curse freckles
Standing, eyes watching my every move, faces dull by the awaiting speech
The room silent... sufficating, the sound of the air con is heard is one of the two sounds that is heard
Mentally I’m falling
Not physically of course.
Physically I’m walking
With a little bit of force.
When I was a little girl
I would obsess over the horses.
I decided to dance instead,
But they never left my mind.
As the years went on I felt like I was different from the rest.
Less a coach, more a teacher
In our practices you were a preacher
My confidence wavered from experiences past
But a man like you knew how to bring me out
Out of my shell, you brought this change about
The world tells us to be perfect,
But that fills our souls with conflict,
For who can determine our worth?
Why does this feel like hell on Earth?
Thank you for this life
A life where shadows sing
Where losses are seen as gains
Where I can have a vision for everything
Thank you for this life
A life where notes can speak
Books put together a powerful message
You can find words that make you sound impressive
For me, a book would make my mood happy, or depressing
The book would speak to me in a conveying way
Feeling good,dreaming high,aiming strongam standing tall.Ready to always go ahead,making people understand that am fully prepared,thinking of becoming better than anyone has heardAm Standing Tall.
I love you But not enough To give up the universe inside meLet its planets fall out of or
His mood was short
The transient feeling was impermanent
But it became plentiful and copious
He was now fragile and tenuous
the uncertainty of this precariousness
Our faces bounced off of every wall, as well
as the bodies of many with faces of despise,
Some of theirs would shrink and some of theirs would swell
Born a Kansan,
modesty is woven more tightly into my chromosomes
than any DNA I got from Mom and Dad.
The strictures were clear,
obvious, inherent, unyielding.
Not just for me.
Midwestern.
A friend of mine asked me to write a poem
about myself, and for the first time, I was left
Each night she vacates
to the universe in her head,
illuminated place
that fills the dark vacancy
she feels down on earth
Unsecure
I used to sit in my room on my phone all of the time, even when my parents weren't home.
I always knew I needed something more, as I was tired of feeling so alone.
I then got out a paper and pen and poetry started to flow.
When my pencil hits the paper
I feel the world come to a stop.
Suddenly I hold my voice in one hand.
The chains that constrained me drop.
I'm not small. I'm not scared.
I'm not silent for you.
The ache of my hands
My innermost feelings bleeding onto the page
Like hot fiery lava
I am the volcano with the weight of the world inside my heart
Just seconds away from erupting
Your body is your temple
Sweetie, to yourself you don't have to lie
All bodies are beautiful
I forgot I’m forgetting I’m forgotten
Since I got away from you for solid years,
Built up confidence like a Berlin wall that separated my mind from people like you.
Books put together a powerful message
You can find words that make you sound impressive
Woman, Girl – Lift up!
For far too long your shoulders
have bent forward from the weight of
the despair of injustice, inequality,
mistreatment, ignorance,
devalue, degradation and disregard.
It clawed at her.
It punched here and scratched her.
She fought back but
That only fed the monster.
How hard can it be?
To get up and face the world
and swim against the current
while a storm begins to brew.
To swim throught the swirling media
bombarded by infromation at all time,
he said she said,
Dear Life,
If there's one thing you've taught me
It's that insecurity is tangible.
That everywhere you turn
You wonder if you'll ever be enough.
You look at those around you
Dear Self – Doubt,
How does it feel to betray the trust of someone who believed in you?
Perpetrating as a friend, a perfect someone to depend.
A trusted advisor, your logic a realistic perception of truth.
Dearest Doubt,
I hope you are doing well.
I say that only because it is impolite to write a letter without proper introduction.
What I mean to say is this:
You have followed me my entire life,
Dear Anxiety,
You need to go
Take a trip to Moscow
I’ll cut you off the way Van Gogh
Cut off his ear
Dear Confidence,
It has been a while since you have surfaced up and joined me. I would say I missed you, that I really need you. But you decide to back away in many important times of need, why?
I've gotta free my mind but careful not to lose it
A brain without a soul is incongruent
When I speak you choose to confuse it
You left me with bruises
Like what the truth is
Without the excuses
We live this life despite
Double edged swords being swung at us with all their might
Finding beauty in the pain, staring darkness in the face
'Cause there's only so much light
These defining mountains I call my hips
Are the only things you cannot miss
They swing left and right
From morning to night
Trying to pick a fight
With everything in sight
Oh my dear,
Before you were born, two stars held hands, and said, "let's run away."
They went to a shady diner on the planet Pluto to devise a plan, when they found a solar gun.
Dear Kayla, I hope you figure out yourselfFinish and accomplish things so you don’t have to rely on anyone elseDon’t be insecure, holding your breath, sucking in your stomach to appear slimmerWorking out, till you pass out, because you’re wearing
Dear Mom,
He was there for you. He loved you, kept you in his arms each night.
Until you went to another.
When I think of it, I am amazed,
how easy it is to remain fearful,
to feel undeserving, uneasy, uncomfortable,
of who I am.
Insecurity
slips into my skin like moisture in mist,
Next year I will be able to look at you and see a distant memory
All these broken pieces of you will be put back together
Still cracked and fragmented
But still one piece
Dear Jake,
My relationship with you was
a plant, a flower,
it bloomed like a rose.
Beautiful from afar,
but if I got too close,
held on a little too tight,
Dear Society,
I dare to be different.
To be Brave and
Confident.
When I walk into a room full of people,
No one is like me
This is a blessing and a curse
No one is as detail oriented as I am
No one thinks like me
dear present,
i am the target of a thousand arrows.
the bullseye for a thousand knives.
the dartboard for a thousand hateful words.
Dear Confidence,
I know you are hiding
deep down inside.
There's no reason to be scared
there's no reason to hide.
I need you more than ever
my self esteem is low.
I've been hiding in the dark,
Talking.
Talking is hard.
Breathing, eating, sleeping.
It all seems hard.
From the time I was a young girl to now, everything has been hard.
Exspressing my feelings is hard but I have a dream.
Dear Society,
You analyze the outside of my body,
My curvy, bodacious butt, and these hips that don't lie hunny
The three layers of rolls when I bend over and the wrinkles on my forehead,
As we grow older, our bedroom walls seem smaller,
our boundaries tighten, and our options become scarcer.
With every missed opportunity and every failure within our minds,
I need closure.
Set some things straight.
I was insecure and vulnerable, and no, I don't want to go on a date.
Why do you taunt me?
Stupid, silly, fate.
Look at your face and your hair's small curls
you may not be a stick,
but you have the whole world
in your hands, between your shoulders, and even in your thighs.
Dear Me,
You were so young.
Innocent and smart
Now everytime I see you,
it's like your lost in the dark.
She was your light
She guided you in the darkest of times
Dear my old self,
I wish you had the commons sense to do better,
but in the end you made me better.
Your pure heart and your tender ways,
All you need was a little backbone and some base.
things fall apart
but that is only the start
of a journey that may last days
or years
full of things,
only you can hear
you travel down a path made of gravel
encrusting you with scars
blooming from my darkest parts
begun the change in my heart
shifting with sunshine
my flowers are growing,
wisdom and knowledge flowing
showing me my power & potential
Wanna know how many dudes I’ve banged?
well sit down take a biopsy of
the inner walls of my blood pumper my blood thumper wait
what do you see? oh I know
little tiny letters that read
“we’re sorry for the…”
You are intelligent
Yet you know nothing
You are full of ideas
Yet you don’t know how to express them well
You are full of wisdom
Our days were filled with long walks straight out of reality
While the cold wind blew on us, and I trusted that you were more than what they said you were:
Angry.
But the stories we told filtered the air
I am sitting in my room and I'm getting consumedby these emotions and I feel like I am doomed.I feel like I am trash that got swept by a broom.I am in a bad mood listening to sad tunes. I am feeling a lot of pain and don't want it to turn to hate.
My hair is long, which is nice, but I have too many split ends,
My natural hair is wavy, not straight like theirs in my defense,
I’m short, I could never be a model, I don’t have the body for that,
Dear Hope, Before, it was walking a long, dark hall, never knowing where the end was. Or being locked in a room alone, with no windows or doors, left to wonder how and when you will leave. It was lonely, scary, dark, confusing, forever lasting.
She looked in my eyes and asked me, "What other things have you said before me?"Darling, where do I even begin?
He adjusted his yellowing glasses
Gathered his scattered thoughts
And cleared his scratchy voice
He began,
It matters not
This overwhelming tension is so blissful.
How your soul is not resentful.
You're the definition of freedom, unique spirit that's so seldom.
Exterior of a goddess, superiority on every asset,
Every inch of my skin where you touched me now burns
Every emotion you made me feel must burn
Every memory of us will burn
I do not hate you
I hate what you did
The things you said
Once upon a time they made me a queen
he said it was because my skin glistened with a sheen
unmatched by others
it was the glow of youth that made me your stepmother
married now and praised by all
She's broken, yet still beautiful
Can't she see?
Her purpose here is meaningful
Without her there'd be no me
She was in the dark
But I shined her light
It sparked her inner flame
Perhaps one of my worst traits is dreaming I dream to leave behind my soft spoken nature To demonstrate confidence I dream to hear the waves of Applause surrounding me. To have the people on the edge of their seats I dream to prove those who call
My love is Beautiful
My love is Kind.
Mantras that I keep in Mind.
I am Amazing
I am Great
I start to feel the ground
it shakes.
I want to Love
To feel my Soul
Today I'm hardly any complete
Stoic alike an eclipsed sun
For a void inside must replete
Bonding with its kernel one
I lost a queer battle of its kind
knocked down to the abysmal core
My head is pushed under the waterinto the sea of insecurities.I open my mouthfor a gasp of breathbut no oxygen enters--
Blow absorbing hate
They're clueless 'bout the vision
Yes-I am one in seven billion
Which is a fact you can negate
But s'why I don't concede
It’s like today I can’t be happy
With people trying to find a way to hurt me
Suffering from the pain, knowing I’m insecure
With a face full of rain and no confidence for sure
Some days you are a puddle
barely rippling
in the steady breeze,
broken on the edges
where cracks took you away.
These times you will feel defeated,
And now I’ve come to the end,
I walked a very long way.
Miles and years,
Smiles and tears.
But there is nothing left for me to say.
You didn’t hurt my feelings,
A rainbow needs all colors,
Brilliant alone, but together they shine.
Cowering behind our colors makes us gutless.
Your attitude radiates red,
As a child, I went through a very brief period of childhood before I was thrust into a world where monsters are not only very real, but a constant factor I had to face.
As I looked in the mirror, I began to hear Insecurity speak again
Oh, Simone, why does your hair always look so frizzy and untamed?
You eat like a cow so why are you so skinny?
Times have changed and I’m aboard the timeless train.
The clock goes tick tock and I watch dimensions pass me by
...In attempt to hold onto past circumstances,
Two eyes staring back as IRoutinely do as I'm told.Persuasion I have none, ButMy influence will becomeMore evident as you get old. I am worshiped more than God,Looked at more than passing time.I can see your true colors When we are together, butI
Insecurity (“”)
Why aren’t you happier to see me
Why don’t you look nicer when we go out
Why do you always have to be so smart. . . or clueless. . . or dumb
Faith & Confidence: Real Within Ourselves
Worry not, for tomorrow
Will be brighter----
The sun shines in
Your corner
Dare not with uncertainty
Dare with a dream
I am not what you say I am!
The bane
Existence unworthy...
Function unneeded...
Purposeless, worthless...
You throw your sickness upon me!
But I have not faltered entirely
I’m sick of this world
If I spoke in lines of poetry, it would be broken
Every line seperate from the rest
My words would fall disconnected
You would not be able to make sense of it
The excessive beeping shot through my ears
That of a cellphone
Rather than the alarm that brought me tears
The controlling boyfriend is what I feared
His voice shot through the phone
At the start,
She was kind, beautiful, free.
She was individual, unique
Better than she’d ever been.
Then, near the middle,
And more towards the end
Her self image began to bend
And bend
It's been a long four years, each dwindling to an end a little faster than before.My last may be my last but it's all still just a first,Years and months of friends and then none.
Desire. My desire. Your desire.
Desire.
Something that can hold you so tight but will so easily make you lose your mind.
Desire.
Im here to tell you a couple things.
1. Life isnt easy.
It never meant to be easy.
2. There are always better people than you.
There will always be competition
3. There will always be people worse than you.
If you asked me to describe who I was last year
I could not tell you
Even she would not have the words to depict herself
She had no clue
Insecurities and emotions skewed her self-image
Until she grew
I started with a frown
My year already felt down
I was in a trap
Under wraps
I saw fear right in front of me
Every day it would come
To take my happiness away
The attention span of a teenager is no more than 20 minutes But
I sit in my 90 minute English class
Sitting in my bland grey, uncomfortable chair
I hear my teacher say
Highschool
A word that has the power
To make its victims cower
And to leave others smiling with their fond memories.
A new beginning
I saw it as a chance
To make them take a second glance
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
A year ago
I didn’t have a voice
It was robbed
By the feeling of uncertainty
It’s an easy feeling
To feel trapped
I've been blind
I've been blinded
I've been so blind that I can't see the signs
I don't notice the signals
I don't know what you want
Hell I don't even know what I want
From this point forward,
I shall march into the battle
And fight until the end.
From this point forward,
I shall be my own commander.
No one else will issue my orders.
Rainbow Love
My sperm donor
Some people would call him my father
Said he loved me more than a rainbow
And that was when I learned
Last year, I wasn't me.
Well, I wasn't the real me, the true me.
I was the me who ate lunch in the library because I was afraid of talking to new people.
The curtains rise on the acts of my life,
And already there's confusion among the crowd.
Nobody's bullied me.
Nobody's pushed me,
Nobody's jeered,
Nobody's called me names,
“Why do you want to be an artist? You have to be creative for that.”
“Tattoos will ruin your life.”
“People like you can't make it in this world.”
All my life,
I’ve kept silent.
Held my thoughts and opinions with strife,
Scared of the consequences.
But as I age, I’ve learned
I was afraid to speak my mind
I kept my thoughts to myself.
A quiet mouse.
A lonely wolf wandering through
the restless night. With no way out of their deadly, poisonous thoughts.
The model was tall and lean...
"Look at that string bean".
"Body with no meat,
the girl needs to eat"
"She looks unhealthy,
probably stuck with her career to be wealthy"
"What skinny stilettos,
Shy, excited, and turning into a lady
This year, my life flipped 180
I was admitted into ASB
O the sights I will see!
Nervous and shaky
What compliments do for confidence.
Sort of like sun ays to a sunflower
absorbing all it can get,
never mind the previous dark pitch.
My Vanity,
Is turning to extremity.
I'd say its a necessity.
The best damn part of me,
it's like I won the lottery.
Of all the insecurities,
mine is an impurity.
Have you got the cure for me?
Her prowess is unparalleled,
Suppression never dissuaded all that she is--
An ephemeral incandescence-- ceasing relentlessly
Everyone shares, but not everyone cares. Poor child putting her heart out for the vultures.Just for a stroke of approval.Why?Because society says approval is needed. Human nature says approval is needed.
Because they didn’t like me, I would walk into class in my clothing that is different from what everyone else is wearing, terrified that someone would point me out and laugh. My makeup is heavier and darker than everyone else’s.
I believe in Everything
I believe in the wonder Santa leaves in the heart of children
I believe in the magic Fairies bring to youngsters
I catch my 10 year old little brother staring down the weighing scale
I guess you can say
That’s he’s a bit...
Broader
Beefier
Fluffier
When the odds are stacked against you,
Believe.
When failure is not an option,
Believe.
All heros started from nothing,
but they Believed.
No matter what age, gender, or race you are,
I’m just a normal girl
Whether it’s from my blood or my actions
You sat next to me not knowing if I would be the right one for you
I am omnipotence.
born with a direct connection to profound abundance
chosen to be right here right now
uttering my thoughts into existence
transmitting verbal frequencies
How far will you go for loveFirst maybe just a kiss then a hug but as emotions being to tugyour heart becomes a little looserHoping you'll never have to hear the truth of the matter
I've never been enough
I am a living paradox
So complex that I'm not enough
Or I'm too much.
So they'll take me for my body
because they can't keep up with my beautiful brain.
Then, they fade a
I hear the cool whisper of wind
Blowing softly through my hair
I see the vast escape before me
And for once I don’t have a care
Why lower myself to worry
Why ponder what you think
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.
the universe birthed you, you were crafted from the very building blocks of life.your hair, streaked by the moon and your skin, pigmented by the sun
Beautiful as a butterfly
Soft like the sea
Like a cat, she is sly
And everything like me
You’ve changed.That’s what they keep telling me.
You’ve… changed.
Of course,you’re right.I’m not thevulnerable,young girlI used to be.
Poetry is the essence of soul
Poetry is the your heart and mind releasing how one feels at once
Poetry is letting people know who you are.
Poetry is the love of art
Poetry is the love of being bold
You make me happy when skies are grey.
And even when they’re not.
Because we are taught
That things are conditional.
I’ll do this,
If you do that.
For some reason we struggle
Faith?
Wht's that supposed to be?
Believing in the path she's on she thought
Even as all outside of me falls
It's maintaining my sight
Knowing what I believe I create in my life
When I was a young girl
Is when I first noticed
My bashfulness got in the way
I had so many thoughts that swirled in kalediscopes and
So many dreams that were swinging high above the trees
I promise to write every day,
Even if it’s only a sentence
Or a short paragraph
That kinda sucks
And sounds like I was drunk
It's difficult to walk away from sunflowers,With their adoration and life spreadSo neatly across their features.But you do. Because, that adoration isn't for you.
I need your gentle fingers
To grace my skin
As your warm arms embrace me
And hold me together
I need your soft lips
To linger on each syllable
As your words
Talk my mind off a cliff
Walking down the street, my mind as clear as the baby blue sky,
"Hey, look at that girl, she's one of them!" says one angry, aggressive guy
Now my mind is not clear, it is far from pristine,
I have it
deep inside
but it struggles.
I struggle.
The only need for my survival is within me
but it is kept with inferiority
They say to keep your head up high
All
I need
Is my black+ness;
Making a home out of my skin
Deep with+in
Proof of my ancestors’ reignin’
To be completely unearthed is the beginning of where I find I’m free
and to realize that my life is for me
and to realize that I am who I should be
To be out of your sight and on to something far away
I have this friend that I am useless without.
I know, I know,
Friends are not meant to last forever.
But this one sorta does.
Who am I without....?
That initial fear.
Have I thought this out?
I am so prepared.
Do I have a doubt?
I won't back down.
Will I go all out?
To feel like this,
unhinged from a door keeping me hostage,
I can truly say now
that all of the marrigolds spotting the sun
are planted by the sound of my voice.
In my head,
If I were to be stranded
Practically left for dead
On an island that was without
The simple luxury of baked bread
What I would bring with me
Is not a book nor journal
I am stuck in a space where thoughts are endless
Infinate time with no one but myself
If I am to survive in a world that I cannot escape,
I need to be asured of one thing: my confidence
I need my melanin
as crazy as that sounds
my melanin screams I am who I am,
I need my melanin its
my sense of confidence and power,
I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror
The reflection staring back at me raised an eyebrow and groaned -
honey you look a mess
I cannot live
without my confidence
Because in a world
where women
are seen as
Weak.
Sensitive.
Little.
Dolls.
You cannot succeed
if you don’t believe in
yourself
A mist of sawdust moved by the exhalation of a sleeping craftsman
With a start he wakes blinking in the late afternoon sun that slinks its way through the drowsy shack
I was a girl,
afraid to come out of her cocoon.
Afraid of what others thought.
I slowly crumpled.
Into a ball of dust.
Thorns started to bleed,
All I need is love...
I'm not talking about that type of love
Where you feel a sense of safety when a significant other hold you tight, type of love
Nor
Show me what you're made of, all bark and no bite
The only things he said to me when I got angry or upset
As if the five feet of me could not possibly be built from anything solid
But I am made from fire and stone
All I need are books and pens
And study halls with all my friends.
All I need is the internet
To answer the questions i dont get
All I need is the library
And to cry when the stress is getting to me.
All I need is all me!
And if that surprises you, it surprises me!
Everytime I say it!
Every time I believe it!
And its only getting sweeter, when I hear other people say it.
I have a weakness, its unspeakable.
My brain keeps pounding, breakable.
The sounds of these voices, unreachable.
The pain in my head, unbearable.
Listen to me, pay attention.
Look me in the eyes, dedication.
Confidence is key,
At least what they have told me.
But how do Eagles soar so high,
So Brave with a valiant battle cry?
How do rivers flow so Free,
When the near Future can't be seen?
A lot of what people "need"Is a person,That's love;Is an item,That's greed;Neither are for me.I don't "need" anyone,I don't need any single item.What I need is much simpler.All I need
The nerves expand, plunder me throughout
Oh why, oh why do I sit here alone?
What the future holds, will my life lead to more?
Butterflies captured, hands shake
Confidence is key,
It doesn't peel away, but I can take it off
It makes me feel beautiful
But I can wipe it with a cloth.
Compliments from boys all day
Somehow boosts my confidence, but
It's not me, It's my mask they see
The only time I can’t forget you
Is in my drawn out fever dreams.
Half human, half animal,
You draw me in
Like an “Alice in Wonderland” character that shifts
All I really need is me.
Just me.
I am not conceited.
I am whole.
If you were to remove me from society
What I see when I look in the mirror,
I see a scared girl who had to grow up faster than she planned.
I see a wannabe.
A girl who wants to be everything she is not.
I see a grown woman with a childhood mind.
The first time she fell in love
was when she saw a piece of paper
and felt an urge to spill her heart out.
She wrote new realities because hers
weren't so sweet.
She sees the world as it is:
I'm that brown eyed beauty
hailing from the ground in
which you threw me.
Singing all the blues of
nothing coming through me.
I'm that brown eyed beauty
sliding in between you
What beauty is to you, isn't what it is to me. They say beauty is your skin, pale and fair. They say beauty is in your eyes, they tell all. They say beauty is your mind, strong and smart.
I look into the mirror
and what do I see?
I see, this girl staring
this girl staring back at me.
She’s strong and protective,
but can be shy and quiet,
and also quite normal.
eyes
do not
age.
they'll always be bright enough dancing with light
to make the bluejays jealous and they'll be deep and mysterious enough to plant elm trees in
they're honest and so loving and
I used to think things in the world were backwards.
I thought nature had gotten things wrong.
Like why shadows had to fall behind us.
At one point all I wanted to do was hide where no one could see me.
I was shy.
Always would deny,
Hanging out with friends.
Time went by,
This hurt me in the end.
I eventually opened back up,
Leaving self-consciousness behind.
I found happiness,
For many years I was "crazy"
Labeled by ignorant adolescents
Who interpret sadness as insanity.
But how thoughtful they were
To inform me of my worth.
They were so goddamn funny,
You dare walk as confident as I,
the Solitaire Queen.
You dare pretend to be as courageous as I,
the Solitaire Queen.
My perimeter is nothing more than painted bricks and broken windows
I am filled with nothing less than destructed pride and shattered ego
Like rust on steel after an angry cloud's release
I could pass an hour telling youwhat’s wrong with me, delving
into every nook of my weaknesses, every
cranny between my ribs. I could pass a day, if
I am intrepid
Forward is the way I go
I fear nothing
Though I may take it slow
Life runs by in the blink of an eye
And I would be ignorant to not show
Who I am
On the inside
Look in the mirror
Now tell me what you see
Well, If you'd ask me
I'd say a set of small eyes
And a huge nose
And a ridiculously fat stomach
And sausage toes
You tell yourself
ou arent good enough for a love like that
But you deserve it
You deserve spending the rest of your life
with someone that loves the same music
that loves the rain just as much as you
One tap.
Lazy waves drag themselves.
‘Til they lay.
Supine.
…
…
Two taps.
Waves walk about as if without
Their morning coffee:
hands out
with your palms up
burned and bruised
as you're reaching for love
that isn't even there
arms aching
outstretched for so long
years and years
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.
I was strong.
I was stronger than you ever wanted me to be.
I was strong in the face of your words, your actions, your “love”.
You called me weak.
I will tell you what I am not.
I am not someone to be pushed around, or someone who likes their emotions to be played with.
I AM a human being, I am someone with feelings inside of me, and a beating heart.
I AM WHO I SAY I AM.
I AM A TALENTED, BOLD, AND INTELLIGENT YOUNG LADY.
PEOPLE THINK I AM BOSSY,
I JUST HAVE A GOAL SETTER MENTALITY.
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
When we were first together it was all so unclear.
I wanted you so badly, but all I knew was fear.
Then you held me in your arms and whispered in my ear.
You're okay
Don't be scared
They don't hate you
Don't say that
It was a mistake
Don't hide your face
Yes, they're going to talk
Don't cry
I know it's hard, but you have me
When we are young,
We learn to form our own ideas.
Ideas that fill our minds
Like stars fill the night sky
And emotions fill the hearts of lovers.
Call me a freak, call me a loser
In one ear and out the other
I’ll stand tall
No matter what you do, you can’t make me fall
Because I know I’m different from you
If you are too silent no one will pay attention to you
he said
don’t be afraid of your power
she repeated
But fear permeates every fabric of you on days like this
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
don't talk to me about what i can't do
because i know what i can and that's everything
"the sky is the limit" they say
what they should say is
"i am your limit
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
See a kid from high school like all the rest he just wanted to be cool.
Wanted to be the best. He Smoked what they spoke, and drank what they wrote,
You see it on TV
You see it in magazines
The image that you wish to be
All the girls at school have it
Hurling “helpful” insults so you
May have it too
The image that you wish to be
Living my life secluded inside of this bubble named Passivity
She knows her name Oh Too Well
She holds me hostage .CAPTIVITY!
Restoring me.
Keeping me from enjoying fun activities
*clears throat* I'm........awesome.
And so is everything else.
*lights dim and people applaud*
Knowing you aren't good enough,
is the greatest pain.
You try your hardest,
you drive yourself insane,
but no matter what you do,
his thoughts remain the same.
You look in the mirror,
Five feet tall
Sometimes I feel small in more ways than one
Anxiety presses against my chest and takes my breath away
Insecure and worried
Insecure about the way others view me
Today people are concerned with falsified images they create a fantasy world where they are king and their followers are their supposed friends. Where acts of friendship are not hugs, but rather “likes”. They reach out hoping for acceptance.
Almost as if the floor is lava
she twirls and spins and leaps
toes brushing briefly against
the scarred and forgiving ground.
She twirls and spins and leaps
faster and faster until… jolting awake
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
I'm Daniel at warFacing the tallest of the GiantsMy rocks won't reachMy voice muffled in the echoes of silence
"I think I'll call you star" he said
My star earrings jingled
As a slight smile appears at the thought of being a star
A fiery balll of light
Shining bright
Watching over everyones dreams
Strip me of my signatures and you will be left with the essence of my existence.Disregard the opinionated buttons on my backpack,
Filters on photographs
hide so many things
like the freckles on my nose
and the acne on my cheeks
Filters on my words
hide the real me
how I sometimes cuss like a sailor
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,
No filter, no filter,
Can't you see me
Sepia, 4 by 6
I need to read me.
"No cameras, please"
Can't you see me,
I have leaned back 40 degrees
Gesturing towards the background, see?
I am like a purple iris
Mkxed into an ocean of blue flowers.
Although my feet are firmly rooted in the ground,
I sway slightly in the breeze,
always searching for the sun.
People always make analogies
Saying birds are free; they want to be birds.
What is a bird? Nothing more than hair.
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
Your hair may look a little dumb,
When did you last pick up a comb?
However, if that's just your style,
It's no reason for exile.
When will you stop all that fear,
15 likes.
20 Likes.
Not enough. Not enough.
Is it my nose?
My Hair?
Why?
Why don't they like me?
Why am I so wrapped
trapped
tangled
my confidence
What do you see,When you look in the mirror?You see you,And I see me.We are different,That is perfect,And how it's supposed to be.
Papa always told me I wasn't a porcelain barbie.
He said I was too dark to be lovely, I had no pink cheeks nor colored eyes.
He refused to stay home most of the time,
It was just within that moment in which I had taken a mere reflection of myself.
A true reflection in which no other could see, unless filtered into perfection.
I am a pure, white flower, blooming from fine, fertile land.
It took me a while to stand up and smile
And shine bright despite the crowds.
And although now I voice my opinions by choice
I haven't always been outspoken and loud.
A poem about confidence is a lot like a poem about love;
They both involve deep emotions that can only be unlocked by one’s self.
Whether it be confidence or love, when push comes to shove,
Energy, Great, Cute
Why do I need a filter?
Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet
Why do I need to be fake?
Nice, Helpful, Talented?
I don't need a filter to live.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault;
The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth.
Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are,
So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
With curves large and wide that are slick as butter brown hair that glistens in the sun Hazels eyes that reflect the way I feel A bubbly personality for everyone there Short temper that gets the best of me A follower of God,jesus hims
GoPro cameras and Selfie Sticks, our ancestors would be horrified.
But it doesn’t matter because fabricated images, and fraudulent stories are glorified.
What’s wrong with putting your best self out there?
A man.
Standing tall with his head held high,
to bad there's no gap between his thighs.
A man.
With eyes that only see the future,
if only the world could see his tummy tuck suture.
As I move once again
to a new state.
I hold on
to all the memories
Willingfully
I go
with a heavy heart
but hopeful spirits.
Now I say to myself,
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days
I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space
I framed all my smiles and kept them on display
I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away
Gowing mup i have always been taught to love myself not only for my whole self but for my body as well.
34” Bust
23” Waist
Colored Eyes
Smooth Skin
Healthy Hair
Healthy Look
Size Zero
Photoshop
Airbrush
Barbie
Victoria Secret Angels
Perfection.
I am Invisible, Determined
I wonder when I will be heard
I hear a faint whisper
I see a hand held out
A real me is a confident me,
Hiding from problems is filtering,
Why can we not all be free?
Accepting oneself is challenging.
Knowing who I really am is powerful,
Confidence wipes away the haze,
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you--
However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you--
However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
I am not delicate but I will wear pink.
I am not frightened but I will cover my eyes at a horror movie.
I am young but that does not mean I have a blind eye.
I am female but that does not make me weak.
The photo taking business changed with a filter.
The way that men, women, children, and teens could look at themselves changed.
A new desire to impress and maybe look a little more tan.
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
Round face, pointy eyes,
dark brown hair, no disguise.
A quarter Chinese isn't too much,
but I think it is enough to count.
Of course, that probably doesn't
mean too much to you people,
one day I looked at the world
i made a personal choice long ago
that i would vow to see the beauty in it
even though most of the time
it was filled with corruption
war
poverty
starvation
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton
Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
We have all been there:
The awkward stage.
We all can relate
To those uncomfortable times.
When all the girls had
Frizzy uneven hair
And boys had scrawny
Arms and glasses.
There was a face
A face I analyzed like a dissection
Blemished with scars and beauty marks
Stained with exhaustion and fear
Consumed by society’s ideals
A face that did not realize what it was worth
Take a seat, Ms. Universe.
Look to the front.
Look at the board.
Look at the challenge.
Take your best shot, Ms. Do Your Worst.
Give it a chance, Ms. Falling in Love.
Ask a question.
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 got three legs.
I lost one in a brawl
I realized as I stood up so shaky
I thought I might fall.
Happy, I yap.
You had just walked in.
And exactly the moment you saw me
I think, therefore I am
But what do I think?
What am I?
What am I?
I am beautiful
I am free
I am the fearful and wonderful creature that God made me to be
I am a goddess
of perceptual beauty
woven by my own intricacies;
a tapestry of feminine familiarity.
I am a goddess
of voluptuous curves
shaped by motherly hands;
I dont know about you
but I wake up flawless everyday
No doubt in my mind
I'm beautiful in everyway
I woke up like this.
I opened my magic, crusty eyes this morning
And yawned my genius, stink-breath mouth.
I lifted my sleep-heavy body with the strength of lions, Herculean!
I woke up like this.
I... am flawless.
From the dark, brown dreads that represent the crown on my head,
to the white, stylish sneakers tightly laced on my feet,
I... am flawless.
I awaken in the morning to encourage my very being,
When I was 11,
I was told to branch
Out of myself,
but the twigs
grew in weird
places.
When I was 12,
I sat on a fallen petal
and broke a twig.
It hurt.
When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain,
And personality is viewed as a crutch,
The world is construed, and I am so proud
I wake up, silence. The earth applauds. My very life-meaningful. It has a cause. I breathe, I feel. I am existing. Lights, cameras, who needs them? I make myself who I am. Fame and glory? Just words overused. Respect is the real reward.
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
Lack of confidence
that is your immortal enemy
No one doubts yourself more than you
Somehow you cannot outrun these thoughts
They are just there
Ready to kick you when you are down
She's pretty.
No matter how she styles her hair,
No matter what clothes she wears,
As long as she smiles.
So am I.
#NoFilter, I can’t be her
Not actually a girl, prefer to be my own
Version of self-expression, my decision alone
I don’t wear the idealized pink skirts
Sexism and racism in society irks
I am made
Entirely of flaws
But make
No
Assumptions
I am still
PERFECT
I am the goddess of my own domain
With the ability to change the world
I am a beautiful black girl.
I was born with beautiful kinky hair.
I walk on beautiful thick thighs and I see through beautiful brown eyes.
Accepting. Powerful. Integrity.
Looking in the mirror these are the words I see in me
I See a Queen
The warmth of her soul equally coheres to the fire in her eyes
Everyone tells me how
beautiful I am, and yet
I don't see none of it.
All I see is a hopeful
girl holding on to false
promises and dreams.
They gather around a
I am flawless
But not in that way
I am flawless
Because I live today
I dreamt of suicide once upon a time
And I literally thought
That death would be fine
I looked down the barrel
Lost......
i was lost
lost alone in the world, no where to go
i looked everywhere and searched for everything
i quit
i gave up
I got so sick of trying
trying to be good enough
Rape.
It led to my silence.
For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me.
Fear.
I was scared.
We all need some cnfidence
It gives you power;
Power to stand for yourself
Power to be strong
And power to be endured
When someone is picking on you
Even though it isn't right
Confidence is key but no one ever taught me how to achieve it.
I learned it on my own by realizing other opinions won't make me any different.
I am a goddess
I am fierceI am flawlessI am strongI am passionateI am courageousI am powerfulI am a goddess
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
Don't be scared to look at your reflection.
Everyone is different, you're the perfect complexion.
Even when your hair is a mess.
Flaws do I have any?
I have many.
Honestly, I am mentioning none already.
What does it take to be flawless?
Trying not to look so aweless.
Do we have to break it in like what we do with our heels?
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
I'll take my crooked finger and point into the mirror reflecting straight off of me,
I must've taken a step closer since I vivdly remember what I can still see.
I used my hands to domesticate my wildly untamable hair,
I'm always the
First to come and last to leave because I am a
Leader in a world of followers who live life on social media I'm
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
Color me blind and show me the world
You want the money the cars and the girls
But I want the rage that comes with the passion
The infinity that comes from the intimacy
As we create sweet symphony
Pretty face, long hair.
Skinny waist, the clothes I wear.
Everything must be Perfect.
Flawless.
The way I walk, the way I drink.
The way I talk, the way I think.
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,
I'm a name and a face, who feels out of place
I'm insane in the brain, "Maybe it should be replaced"
Is what they say, when they're are jealous.
When they see whats inside, the fun adventures I have in my mind.
I am so fucking flawless, yet no one cares to notice.
The words I can say make me seem outspoken.
If I was on survival island I would never be out voted.
Know why?
Because I'm that fucking flawless.
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
To be honest
Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws.
I have hair in places I don't think it belongs,
I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
When I am down and out
I will immediately come back swinging
Because I am Joseph A. Conciatori
I do not concern myself with what
My peers tell me is right or wrong
I have a God-given right
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
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At a time when all anyone wanted was to fit in,
I could not hide in the crowd.
If you cannot blend in,
you must choose to shrink back
or stand out.
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I am who I am because I chose to be that way.
I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured.
I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness.
Thick thighs, hazel eyes, the voice of an angel.
In her own lane. Makes her own labels.
We see you! We see you!
Bow down bitches! Beyonce coming through.
Bitten nails
cracked knuckles,
scars that scream
"no!"
Grinding teeth
unman'ged hair,
hunched back that cries
"go..."
Dry skin
"shy" demeanor,
Lately there's been a lot of talk about princesses
Princesses are kind, loyal, honest, and beautiful
I am not a princess
I am a Queen
I used to be a princess
Flawless
My words are flawless.
My mind is far from perfect
And my spelling is atrocious
I studder and i stumble,
But my words.
My words have never failed me.
Who I am in all honesty, Is an Individual with vast opportunity. I will let my confidence grow until I speak audibly to the world and this society. Life is no less than an epic odyssey. No, I will not slow my velocity.
There once was a little girl with brown eyes so big you'd think she'd seen a ghost,
and tangled waves of hair that fell around her face
The little girl with big brown eyes and wavy hair was excited to see the world
They say She's weird
They say She's nerdy
they're probably right
it's probably true
They say She's to shy
That she's to forgetful
they're right again
God is the maker of all mankindHes so flawless he will blow your mindI wanna be a member of his teamTrying to live holy with
Through my eyes only I can see,
The faults, the flaws that lie within me.
The way my hair falls to the side,
The way my eyes squint when I smile.
The movements I make when my hips sway,
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
I go through struggles everyday, yet I still stand
Here now and moving forward always ready
Green eyews follow where ever I am
My cunning is often deadly
Exposing yourself where no one can see,
expressing yourself in secret,
letting go in a safety net,
blindfolding the audience,
To count on both hands
how many flaws I have,
but to see it adds up to more than 6,
you must be mistaken.
Then I realize,
it is not my flaws that are counted,
no it is the flaws that society,
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains,
She got up.
Hair in disarray,
Face a mess with squinted brown eyes,
She was bare, untouched, raw
I didn’t need the orthodontist
My crooked teeth were fine
More than fine, really
Everybody said so
I didn’t need the orthodontist
My smile was genuine
More than genuine, really
Being abstract is not bad.
You don't want to like everyone else.
Being creativity and rare is beautiful.
This world embracres everyones beauty but, tends to forget their own.
Who am I? That is the question...
I walk around, in a ghost town, in a world were I feel unheard,
"Nobody is perfect" is what I hear, yet we all strive for perfectiion.
Behind the curtain its cold
wont you ever stop laughing?
things fall apart the center cannot hold
the soul seems to be trapped with no where to go
why hide behind the curtain?
What scares me so much?
Sometimes, I don’t even know
I ask myself this question
Before I’m about to go-
Hide, leave, run from my fears.
Fears that I don’t even know how to describe.
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
Out of the millions who reside Earth
I am no different
Fairly tall enough to help when possible
Light chocolate skin that should not be judged
Nobody is born flawless
No one is a perfect being
But when we embrace our flaws
And love ourselves for who we are
we are flawless
Perfect
She screams at me
Without flaws
She shouts in my direction
That voice perching on my brain
This one in a million day that I am knocking it out of the park
I once knew a girl in Junior high ,
With pretty eyes but kind of shy,
her voice was sweet and smooth like butter,
But when people saw her they thought nothing of her;
She had one friend who she met in elementary,
Discovery meet, most sweet substantial,
A grim victoire in sober fierce,
Which knowing in its talent fines
To piercing use; the cup hath brimmed
And overflowed in talent honed,
Words from my mother
Combing through knotted curly hair
One ear, Out the other
Phrases too hard to bear
Hardest part of the day
To me, this is so clear
Children go out and play
I say fuck the people that so called “raised-me”
Really the don’t give a fuck about me lately
Should I talk it out with them? I don’t know, Maybe
But in this stage it seems impossible
don't tell me things about myself
that i know are lies
don't say that i am not good enough
when i know the truth
don't say that i am ugly
when i can see clearly
I'm not the man behind the curtain,
but the Turtle behind the Shell.
How can I stop from being trampled on
when I can't even stand up for myself?
It's hard to stand on solid ground
First, you will get knocked down. You will fall short of glory at some point.
Pressure will be obvious. This big, intimidating world will seem to work against you; you may be held at the mercy of others.
Horrid and Sad
I begin to think
why doesn't anyone love me/
Gruesome is what I had come to believe I was
Little did I know
I was Beautiful
Crying so hard
with no words to say
To know every day every wakeing moment that your ugly, your not perfect, and your the one along si
Self respect is the key to loving yourself
It means to not only be truthful
But to be confident
To exceed the expectations of your nobles
Concrete blocks on the sidewalk
A bounce in every step
A beam for each passing face
A passion firing to every heart
A simplistic reminder
Beauty
There are so many definitions
But this is the best
You
That's all
Just you
You are beautiful
You are flawless
No but's about it
You may not be a platinum blonde
What are flaws?
But imperfect perfections?
It's all in your perspective
I am beautiful
Because I say so
Because I am my only judge
Personal image
is such a struggle
in today's society
"You can not do it.",
said the Smirking Lips, as they dangled below the nose.
I persevered.
"You are worthless.",
cried the Leering Eyes, as they squint on in disdain.
But I persevered.
If you told me 16 years ago
that my life would turn
out like this, I wouldn't
have belived you.
16 years ago I was innocent
I was free without restrants
I was happy. 16 years ago
When I wake up, I don't think about how I'm gonna impess the world.
I wake up knowing I am a beautful girl.
When I look in the mirror the person staring back at me,
Fuck yes,
I'm ace.
I'm ace as hell.
People might say I'm broken
or maybe confused
or that I just haven't met the right person.
Well, they're wrong.
My sex drive is 0.
The True Me?
The True Me is everchanging.
When I try to find it, it morphs because
I was not the same person I was finding it as I was when I found it.
When I see her, few things remain the same:
words can hurt doesn't mean they are always true they dont always come from a credible source you look ugly they say brown eyes with rosy cheeks you look fat they say chubby cheeks my jeans are tight not prett
I tried so hard to fit in, ignoring who i was, ignoring my beliefs.
The thought of being wanted, the thought of being loved, i gave it much more value
than it was really worth.
I don`t make a secret of this
But just in case you didn`t know
I`m kind of Napoleon
And I know what you`re thinking
But no,
For the record Napoleon wasn`t short
Shouild I or should I not? Liquide courage to undo the knotsthe gravity of getting caughton to the stage a lost paradoxcrucified, mockedmouths cocked, aimed taught to teach cost
I love the sharp pain
And the loud bang
Of a laced leather glove
Driving through your brain
Many call it " the salvage science"
I call it organized violence.
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
A slim waist.
A perfectly proportioned face.
No shape.
Fake.
The idea of a role model is twisted and deflicted by society.
See girls are told to love them selves
Living in a society filled with hate;Where People are judge by gender, ethnicity, and race.Hateful words storm through the air;As I stand in silence with a disgusted face.
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
I won’t apologize
for my complex emotions that can be your ecstasy or your next nightmare.
I won’t apologize
for being the one who won’t bow down to your word and whim.
i will be a stronger person.
i believe in myself and my determination.
i shall make my family proud and seek my education.
When will my bones stop aching
when will my chest stop quaking
from my missing you
I must be the one
I must become some one
so I can love myself more than you
My golden eyes hide behing the pounds of mascara that shade my natural beauty.
Constrained by the norms of society I fake it until I can one day make it,
Hoping for a chance to be myself,
And when life becomes the longest thing you have ever experienced;the most difficult essay you have ever written;the most somber song you have ever performed,
Misfit.
Miss fit.
Miss, fit into the box of what ladies should be.
Miss fit into a pair of size two jeans.
Mind alteration?
Mine’s naturally alternative.
What do you say to the dreamy kite-flyers
When all your life you’ve been high?
you love to call me thick
that must be a slick way to tell me to lose weight .
You tell me to put salad on my plate .
I heard you World , to be honest .
This pound cake is too good and it already on my plate .
Pictures of my past
Haunt me as they last
Conquer I must
For y future is what I trust
I have grown stronger each year
And finally college is almost here
Applications have been sent
I’ve been described as free, a description that stayed with me because I can’t be tied
down, what’s the point. What’s the point to be an equal in society, I want to dance
My are are closed when I walk
I am someone who hides behind my own shadow
submisive to others because I think they will not accept me
POOF!
Now I am confident!
SNAP!
Now I am beautiful!
BOOM!
Now I am talented!
Here I stand,
So hear my demands!
My confidence has surly convinced you!
Beware for I have no easy knack for writing,
But that is not stopping me from trying.
Come hither, I will read you a letter.
Chains no more
I'm lifted from my burden
Snapped my fingers and the earth flew away
Chains no more
Spelling out my freedom
Meeting my prosperity for the first time
Chains no more
Misogyny
By Bre Jon Harris
I am me not what they portray me to be
Misogyny
What’s that???
Hatred for women I see
Politically
Does this strengthen the legitimacy?
Quirp
Whore
Asshole
Loser
Bitch
You spit splatters of wavering whines
Your words ringing through my spine
Judgement reflects from your eyes
I want to do ballet.
NO. You’re not flexible enough.
I want to do beauty pageants.
NO. You’re not near attractive.
Ok.
I’ve made six A’s and one B this quarter.
Crickets chirp in the dead of the August night, "Listen, listen, listen to us!"
I start to tear up, throat closing around pain, but I am not suffering.
I hurt and I ache but they will never know,
I'm not the same as I was three years ago.
My old self is knocking, trying to escape--
Often, I'm precieved from a distance, as this average girl. I've always been this very shy, a self confomative young lady. I hope to leave a legacy. I don't wish for wealth or popularity.
I don't ask for much,
I don't expect much either,
Not from you anyway,
All I really want
Need
From you is
Your acceptance.
Am I asking too much?
Because you're making it
Seem so.
Downgrading someone’s beauty because of the shade of their skin?That’s like loathing a flower for the colour of its pigment.Lessening someone’s attractiveness because of the texture of their hair?
She looks at her hands
Delicate hands which haven’t done much
Shy hands which could change the world with just one touch
Any act they make
Could be a mistake
Quick, hide them. Back in your jean pockets.
My Body is not "my body" in fact it is a blessing. My body is not yours to be kissing, loving, and caressing.
From my curly nappy hair that screams with African strength. To my long spider fingers rich in their length.
Confidence is key.
Key to self-trust
Key to trusting yourself
Key to taking chances
Key to life
Key to success
Whatever succes really is
You look people in their eyes and can easily see into the depths of their soul, but never have you been able to shake hands with Your own
I am a weak, depressed, lost, little girl who is not capable of anything.
and I refuse to fly free and believe in the fact that
one day I will become of worth and somebody you will remember.
Past closed up pizza jointsPast laundromats, through the dying noisethe nights tick on like clockworkwatch the calendar as my steps unwind
I fear to dream like to fear to breathe,
Asking to much of the gods above,
Becasue when I dream I reach it,
But sadly I can't keep it,
Like rays that shine through a window,
I see a flower blooming in the dark. No sunlight or fed nights
Shes a little seed tryna live life
Got a hold on of what she can't see
Being fooled by those...
Emotions that are undefinable,
Thoughts that are indescribable.
They seem to eat away at my happiness.
You can achieve anything from goals to dreams.
Theres just 3 steps.
1.)You must believe you can.
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child
Certain People deserved to be heard
We waste our time of day fretting over our subdual to the nachos
We waste our time of day obsessing over the knick in our expensive boots
“Never let the pains of a torn soul tear you,”
The words of myself to myself.
A difficulty like no other,
Rusty nails pin these twisted roots
of the house, which so adorned, is now decrepit.
Flies decorate the windowsill
Constellations of shattered glass
The ember cracks, a small, resilient base reduced to ash.
It's been days when you've been just sitting there relaxing
Relaxing like you don't feel those contractions
It's been years since you felt satisfation
It's time for a change, put in action!
It's all about the money,
It's all about the popularity.
I don't think I fit in with it.
Don't want to be a part of it.
I tried I couldn't handle it,
I took my pride and I ran with it.
Here I stand with nothing of my own,
Everything was given to me from the start.
Standing on an empty road I must take this path alone,
Watching everything fall apart.
Are you going to let me talk?
Or should I start to walk?
If you would listen then you would know
That when I talk, my feelings show.
You won't let anyone see
How pretty I can actually be.
I hope one day to be as proud as a bluejay. Standing tall and fierce, hopping about to get what I want, sure that nothing will get in my way.
I don't seem to get the meaning in making more meek men suffer man made rules
Its a never ending cycle of tips and tunes and steps and breaks
Eyeing the moving hands,
Not because your fingers don’t twitch as you shove them in your pockets, hungry under the nails for my skin.
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
Once the years of
scholarly things
come to a close,
I wish to help
those who've fallen.
Those who feel down,
despise themselves
for their body
and their lacking
I am chained in a cage. Exposed and vulnerable like a nerve.
But the joke is on them.
I may be trapped, but I'm not a captive.
The fire in me would make Hades run for the hills.
A muscle to a word
A feeling you never heard
My power is broken
For there are times when I am choking
The full body strain
To all the mental pain
I have the sight
But I have lost the light
I think it sucks that we only have mirrors and pictures and selfies to see who we are.
To see the light manifest itself in a way that shapes the reflection of our bodies and our scars and the things that scare us.
Permanant marker X's
All across her mirror
She stands in the same spot
And looks at every error
Like a wrong answer
Like a failed assignment
But at least she won't have to look
That whisper.
That whisper.
Distress.
Suppress.
That murmur.
That murmur.
Mortify.
Fortify.
That cry.
That cry.
Duress.
Redress.
Look in the mirror and see
you are nothing you want to be.
Sad face, permanant frown.
The only way to go is down.
What if one day, that all changed?
Confidence is key
Society
Society commandeers every bit of our lives
We would never live as hermits
Or make our homes out of living trees
If I could change one thing,
Just one little thing in the world,
I would tell the lonely the speak up
and shout out what they have to say.
We quiet ones aren't deserving to be outspoken,
Nobody can do it like you
Working hard everyday
To make your dreams come true
I wanna be in that
"Miss Independent" Life
Just so I can say
"Mama I made it and all the fake people hated"
Some people refuse to acknowledge the limitlessness of their beauty.
An indicator of this type of person is the recalcitrance of their shackled acquisition
the thing I would change is my very own image
why, you may ask is because others make me feel like garbage
but it's not just me
if you look around, it's others too you see
the thing about today
A smiling face
Being like a beacon
From the crowd
Tired eyes and sad looks
Dominate the room
Gloomy looks dull the area
A smile. A smile!
Shining like polished gold
Born to be individuals
Living for everybody else
What is self?
Love is hard to find
When you look for it in different places
And hide your confidence in the basement
When will I be able to wear shorts to school
Without being harassed, touched, and stared at?
When will I be able to walk at night
Across the street, across town
Without being scared of every shadow?
Beautiful
I see girls with flawless faces
Golden tan skin from minority races
And I tell myself that I am beautiful
hello sir
hello ma'am
I want to tell you who I am
but all these questions smother me
put me in a box so I can't see
no sir,
I am better than that
I am fun-loving kind and confident
hello sir
hello ma'am
I want to tell you who I am
but all these questions smother me
put me in a box so I can't see
no sir,
I am better than that
I am fun-loving kind and confident
My love is deep for ever and everMy love is real can survive any weatherMy love is pure something so smoothMy love is nuturing some what like foodMy Love is loyal
Pu Puff Puff Pass *Smoking motion*
Pu Puff Puff Pass *Smoking motion*
It's like a jungle sometimes so I just roll that Tropic Thunder
Roll that Tropic Thunder
I stay high to keep from going under
I would change the view
that it's not you to look up at one another
as we walk from point a to point q
I would change how we feel when we're in a class
Confidence is key.
Where would I be without this essential trait?
Building my own confidence has been a huge challenge.
please beware
the end is near
when it gets here
i expect you to care
if you do
then head my advice
if you dont
youve been warned
for when we reach
the end the rope
I lack somthing that many people have.
Sometimes it makes me quite mad.
I want to walk while not looking down.
but, I always seem to be like a stray hound
that wishes to be found.
If i had confidence
I'd change my face
The large pores, the dimpled chin
Sharpen the roundness, put teeth in a brace
As I walk down the halls of my humble abode,
Everyones smiles look depleatd and scorn.
A Princess who is this years 2014 prom queen,
A criminal who is bastardly and obscene.
Society whispersAbout who we are required to be.Society tellsUs that we, as human beings,Who try our bestTo be ourselves-Conforming to another lie-
Feeling good, oh so perfect Maybe the pain was really worth itPassing through my depression Set aside my aggression Although it returns so abruptly It passes by, I don't stay stuck B
Everyone wants me to change
never pleased
this or that
as long as I'm not me
Whether it's my hair
or my grades
my weight
or my face
Everyone wants me to change
But I won't
Lift me from the abyss I have plummeted.
I'm falling and I've lost my rope.
Take away my agony as I begin to choke.
What I thought was water was really glass.
As I stood there silently waiting,
I already began to feel their eyes on me,
As if a blinking light sat upon my head,
Blinking, flashing, blaring.
With every glance and every whisper,
Look at meSilky, milky whiteBlackRedYellowIt doesn’t matterBecause I have skin that I enjoyAnd that you enjoyAnd beneath that skinI have so much to offer
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood.
I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood.
If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
Look into this mirrorAsk me what I seeThe answer could be really simple,I see me! Only the outside; just what everybody else sees
The cold harsh wind blows on your face,
Splashing on puddles.
Covering your face and letting the rain mix in with your tears.
You’re running to get away; you’re running to be free.
Letters from an emotionless robot
dear emotionless robot,
Do this, stop that
go here, stay there,
walk, don’t run
listen, don’t talk
express, but don’t create
Everyone has a secret to bury:
The girl with the blonde hair, enticing smile,
brand new car, the quarterback boyfriend...
The "perfect" life.
Her life isn't as perfect as it would seem.
I envy the people beside me.
They have the newest, the latest, the flashiest,
I have the cheapest I could find
It starts from my chest
And begins to bubble up
Until it escapes
My frozen lungs begin to melt
and the words begin to spill
My burning heart relights
I woke up today with tears in my eyes.
Walked down the hall, Mom asked what was wrong; I couldn't lie..
Mom held me close and whispered in my ear
Words that still ring, loud and clear:
Begin the dance.
Lock the door.
Put on the mask.
Shape the curls.
Brush on the paint.
Plaster the smile.
Look in the mirror.
Look away.
Begin the dance.
Society has a mindset, a mindset that you have to look like a photoshopped picture on a bilboard or magazine.
It takes 10 seconds:
4 seconds of thought,
2 seconds to breathe,
4 seconds of courage.
10 seconds is all you need
to face your biggest fear,
to stand up for yourself,
to change the world.
For a long time I changed myselfBecause I never gave myself the Time and opportunity the ability to Understand myself
"My, my, aren't you a cute darling!"I show my crooked teeth in a grin;it catalyzes a chain reaction in the crowd.Everyone seems to say the same thing,and nobody suspects how I don't believe them.
I belive in angles, in love at first sight.
I belive in dreams and nightmares.
I belive that giving up is the easy way that's why we must never give up.
I belive in God, he's the only one who loves us more than anything.
Long hair, short hair, curly, straight, unmanageable.
Wide thighs, small waist, size 10 skinny jeans.
Shirts with extra stretch,
make sure they fit over your chest.
Extra small for your 32A breast.
mandatory they say, meaningful they say, it'll take you there they say, were you want to be and were your checkpoint awaits. but
As she paints on minerals, some call beauty
the reflection transforms
flaws erase as beauty is painted on
the tinted liquid that fills your jar isn't beauty
the smile you give when that chuckle is released
When your teacher tells you your skirt is too short
or your top is too low
and you know
that when you walk into math class,
the reason your raised hand is getting ignored
isn't 'cause you're stupid,
The walls just keep crumbling...
Into the sea in which I keep fumbling
As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see
A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
Hello there, I just wanted to say
Be confident, stand up for yourself today.
Don't let them bully you.
Don't let their words bog you down.
Just like that one saying:
Turn that smile upside down.
Numbers and sizes
do not
can not define you.
They could never show a beautiful
heart, soul, or mind.
Stretch marks, acne, or birthmarks
can’t show
the type of person you are.
I am body and my body is bone
And in this body, my mind makes its home
Ask me, tell me, teach me, it rushes
English, Physics, French, History,
Algebra, Spanish, Calculus, and Chemistry.
Do they not realize our suffering, our pain?
Why can't we be taught skills beneficial to retain?
Love can never forget
Relationship will never regret
A special day for you and me
A special one cannot see
To the sound of your voice on my neck,
the warm of your lips on my cheek
If only you knew
How my heart jumps a little when I see you,
How I spend hours picking out an outfit,
And go all out with my makeup
Only to impress you
If only you knew
If you're going to go
go determined
If you're going to walk
walk with purpose
With every step
know you can accomplish
any and everything
you WILL overcome
all obstacles in your way
More performance!
Longer legs and point your feet,
Remember the lower body details!
Watch for the starts and stops,
Stay in step!
Maintain spacing, too many drill issues.
Rifles be confident,
How come when a white looking Hispanic man kills a black boy it's all over the news,
When,
African American is killing African American.
Sometimes they are boys,
Six and seven!
Walking down the hall
I see so many faces
Faces of people I know
But never speak to
And the loud girls
They make friends so fast
But the shy ones
What chance do they have?
We line up like marching ants
We listen to the Queen Bee.
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to be
I sweat
I smell
I stress
The #2 pencil shakes in my hand
Smile.
Most of you may think it is impossible,
Irrelevant and insignificant.
Laughter and joy is what comes next,
Eternal peace if you just Smile.
You ask why I go against the grain
It is because it I am above it
I am more superior then those who make rules
I am not a follower I am a leader
You cannot stop me from doing what I want
If we keep going at this rate
Floating, drifting
Let the wind take us where it wants
We'll be nothing more than lost balloons
Trapped in the blue nothingness until
Some deadly force comes along and -
Lines in perfect symmetry,Depicting the image I tell you is me.A sweet, warm smile and hopefilled eyes,You'd never guess that this masterpiece liesThe passionate strokes and the colors I used -
I look everyday on TV and see
I cannot relate
To these pageants queens who exemplify the "perfect" mate
And I question my beauty
My worth
And I wonder what can I change?
One day, I will be that girl.
I will be that girl who is confident,
Who is strong,
Who is powerful.
One day, I will be that young lady.
I will be that young lady who is outspoken,
Who is justified,
Look into my eyes.
I want you to see, sweet angel,
That it's okay,
Not to be okay.
I know you are sad,
broken.
I am too.
I want you to smile,
Because you are perfect.
10 digits to never call again
To never text
To never press send
10 less headaches
10 less tears shed
10 digits not to think about lying in bed
10 less arguments
Yeah, 10 less laughes
Your lifeYour choiceYour bodyYour voice
You can say noYou can yes
In the end, you live with the mess
It's your lifeYour choiceYour bodyYour voice
you like girls withlong, flowing hairhair that twists and turns and flows as the breezeflicks it and it danceshair that shines and sparkles and
The pale moon floats in the sky
I wake up in the dead of night
These are the nights that I despise
Where there is no hope, no light
It is always Dark
-
Countless thoughts
Afraid I’m the only one
Dear Beautiful;
5-7-9 that's every girl's dream
To be thin, perfect and hotter than the sun's radiant gleam
To have a gorgeous face that's every girl's objective
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold.
Not one can abate my hunger, my disease,
I've come upon these thoughts to ponder,
The substantial blank you bring appease.
To whom to which the eyes behold,
Remember back then when I said I was all for me yeah I lied Writing this at 3 am with my pillow full of tears that I've cried Why did I lie maybe because I thought saying it to myself would make it real
Sometimes my body is colder than ice,
I forget to breath twice in the moment.
Lighter than sand and heavier than bricks,
My body can only take so much of this ish.
Darker than black, madder than mad,
Burn my name from your heart
And forget me, like I was never there
Melt my tears that froze on your cheek
On that winter day I cried for you
With eyes like fire and words sharp as ice
Jealousy is a strange thing;
like drinking cold coffee in the dark,
like howling for the moon to sacrifice its light
or watching a
beautiful couple
Her electric soul,
her aching soul
is scared and shines a
cowardly light.
They call her humble,
humble and divine.
Who wouldn’t love a girl
with skin so fine?
You think you broke me with what you said.
You think you broke me and left me for dead.
THOUGHT I'd be submerged into your idea of beautiful.
THOUGHT I had to change to be considered normal.
Please do not judge me on my face
My religion or my race
Don't judge me on my hair
Where I live or what I wear
Don't judge me on how I look
Or even the way I cook
It is like the biting into the core
of a cold,chilled lemon, the realization
leaving its memory to taste like a deep, salty, sore.
It holds and grabs, a needle piercing deeply against
your skin, my skin
Ran a stop sign, Confidence
Got lost in the woods, Confidence
Stood up to a bully, Confidence
Beat everyone in the poety slam, Confidence
I dot the foundation on the uneven areas of my skin, like I’ve seen my sister Rose do. Figuring out the uneven areas isn’t hard, since my cappuccino birthmark is not the same pecan tan tone as my skin.
"More"
Written By: Madison P. B.
Wanting so badly
Wishing for more
But how can I ask that of you?
I should be happy
That I get something
History is in the making.
As a matter fact it's very similar to baking.
A little salt for the flavor and biter root for the haters.
Then add some sugar to the mix and you have the beginning of a flick.
What shall become of the worldAs our finger around the trigger is curledAs people continue to fight their brothersDestruction is the answer to win all the powersBut what is power when no one is left
The paper is like my mind, often blank and unclear
On this sheet I struggle to make sense of what I hear.
The pen holds all of my power
It contains the feelings I hold deep inside hour after hour.
You can only touch half of me,
This half,
This side,
You can touch.
The rest of me
I hide inside protectively,
Guarded,
By a shell I constructed of insecurities.
Be yourself
Dont let anyone tell you cant be
Express, love and smile
Thats my style
Pink, green, red and blue
Let out all your emotions with color that are inside of you
You say you’re invested but you look far from interested
You say you care, but your presence is never there
For you I am a matter of convenience
But you consume my entire existence
Living in a world surrounded by vanity
I have a rapidly diminishing sanity
To love myself this way, it is complete and utter blasphemy
Somewhere there someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while, so when you are lonely, just remember its true somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
Be courageous.
A single moment can
Free and ignite a lifetime.
Doors can be blown wide from
Rash, unadulterated bravery.
A mere minute can birth
A new universe of opportunity.
Hey You!
Yeah you!
You’re beautifulI’m just jokingYou’re actually drop dead gorgeous
when you smile rainbows fill the sky
Little girls growing up. Limited in their visions.
Little boys growing up. Limited in their prosperity.
Who are we? We the people. We are supposed to be free.
Who are we? We the people. We are meant for simplicity.
When you feel like giving up,
And you just want to die.
Remember all the people you love,
And who would want you to try.
When everything is going wrong,
And life seems like a sad song.
I write because I can be happy
I write because I can be free
Writing helps me express unwanted & hidden feelings
Writing is what showcases ME
As these words ascend from my mind,
this prosaic piece of paper transmutates
into something strikingly stupefying.
Suddenly the cogitations of my spectators are saturated
Beneath the lonely starsSurrounded by uncomfortable silenceNot knowing where you standTrying to keep your balance
I look at into the mirror
At my clean face,
Preparing to paint on the
Exterior what everyone expects to see.
I start with my skin;
The record of my aging.
I take my foundation and
By Chanda Bynum
I see this girl
And she is a girl with straightforward eyes and blank expressions.
The Maker has sculpted curvaceous hips and thighs into her gene pool
Honey,
You’re beautiful
Never Settle for less; your value is too high.
You’re perfection just the way you are.
Don’t mess that up.
Don’t wish to be anybody else
Take me to the open road
A place where possibilities are endless
Where times will be blissful and free
And where times will be hard and troublesome
Take me to the open road
Where I will make it to my destination
What is beauty?
Well if I were to give the simplest definition I’d say you.
What is beauty?
The first time I laid eyes on you
I knew we were bound to be together
You're so different from the rest
I feel like you express who I am
I'm so very fortunate to have you
Round of applause Picture me everyday on your tv screenHard to believe but it's possibleAm I living in the land of opportunity?Not reallyI am the hope of the pain stricken slave.
Why did she say that?
I wonder what he thinks about me?
I wonder how they feel?
What if she doesn't like me?
How do I let them feel?
I think they hate me?
Did they say that I am fat?
I looked at her
I took a good long, long look at her
At moments she was as pretty as the multi-colored sunset, waving goodbye as it faded it into the ocean
I’ll Never Be Her
The one with the luscious hair
Shoulders lining up to her waist
The flirty yet smart one
The ditzy one everyone help
The one that’s right but nice
The kind that never gets misplaced
I was looking to hit the big time Heading to Charlotte to make some cash Driving around in my Dodge Colt Vista, looking for work wherever I could find it A college graduate left completely broke and seemingly broken within Twenty minutes to 1 A.M.
36- 24-36
The measurements of perfection
The ideal hourglass figure;
Big boobs, skinny waist, wide hips
What’s hard enough to chip a diamond?
I don’t know, but I’m pretty cracked.
Yet I have learned to refract
trials and tribulations
into ROY-G-BIV’s of hope and celebration.
Full circle
Press forward, harder, stronger…show ’em what you’re made of.
Prick your finger – blood. You are human,
Alive.
Harness the light,
Grasp it, hold it…be one with it.
I've been searchin' the web for months now
Looking for someone to be my cash cow
someone to pay off that tuition
and clear the way for me to complete my mission
I like how we grow up mentally when we grow up physically
Like when you're young and make sure your poems rhyme, even if they don't make sensically
But then we decide to jump out of our immature shell, which was once ok
(poems go here)
Looking at her
with her Chinchilla fur.
Lady of Guidance and Grace
only to shut you down in your face.
With her arrogant brow
she demands all to take a bow .
You know, you might look at me and think that I've got it all together, this much is true.
But if you dig a little deeper, the truth will come through.
You see, I'm just a young man with a hope and dream, a little talent, too.
The struggle and pain is real and pure.
Living a life you never wanted to live
And also enduring the pain that it brought.
Everyday that should be a bright and sunny day,
Is dark and full of misery.
It would say:
For eyeliner, mascara, blush, and concealer,
All there for girls appeasement
And there magical purpose
Remains to bring about disguise
Leave my Body Broken, I'd Rather Focus on More Important Things
Keep my Words Hidden and my Meanings Skewed.
They Mean More that Way.
Sometimes there are disruptions with the true beauty in life
Those once in a while moments
"Are my front teeth crooked?
My arms are too flubby!
Why do I have such ugly dark circles?!"
Why am I me?
The air I breathe is so thick at times
Days like these I just close my eyes
The tears fall at the wrong times
When I laugh I wipe my wet skin
When I'm sad my skins dry
I needed it.
Release.
You know, let go.
Be gone.
Release.
Where was this magnanimous means that would submerge my problems
Flush out my feelings
Bequeath my body with boldness
I'm small.
And I've got kinks,
in my hair,
in my spirit.
I'm small and I'm odd.
My mind developed a bit differently;
it was both constrained and released,
Double edged sword, mind of a whetstone
Be humble
Be proud
Be quiet
Be loud
A person can't have an ego
Can't have self worth
Without the stab of arrogance
Selfish
But in the absence
I have heard
that the sky is the limit
but I do not want to stop
until I touch the sun
and dance
in the moon’s pearly crescent.
She sits on the bank, gazing out
Across a vast expanse of glittering silver
That sparkles under golden sunlight,
And blinds when she
Stares.
When it began, no one could tell
How hard it was for me
I was just like the other boys and girls
Just with more energy
As the lights go out
Our minds begin to render thoughts and things we pushed back.
Back to the depths of what we fear.
Fear of the times we dare not share,
Walking through the halls I watch
The faces of peers passing by
Their faces showing disdain or boredom
Or joy at the prospect of passing period.
Find me the definition of STRONG.
Let it be the wind underneath my wings.
Let it fill me up and pour out.
Help me understand STRONG.
I cannot afford to be anything but.
Fragile yet beautiful
Bruised yet perfect
Small yet noticed
One of a kind
Amongst a field
of a thousand
So unique, noticed
from a mile away
So special,
It can't be forgotten
Like a touch upon the heart
He touched my hand.
A feather, caressing my pain within.
I fell apart..
I fell, melting through the tiniest all seams.
Like that feather knew
All I've ever known is what's in front of me.
I often sit and never take the chance to see.
I'm pushed around by the choices that I can't take back.
But I'm stuck because I chose to rest. So I can't even get mad.
I'll start walkin' your way,
You start walkin' mine.
Best friends forever,
No matter how far away.
We'll find the means
To stay that way.
I'll start walkin' your way,
You start walkin' mine.
My Christ,
lord and savior,
reign down on me.
I just wish everyone could see ya!
And the truth to be seen!
How can I show my God,
when all i do is sin.
Ball my life up in a wad,
There was a child
Not defined by worldly insignificances
Wondering about life abroad and wild
With a mind surrounded by fences
I’m an angel within but I fear my wings
Those graceful, feathered, astonishing things
I hide them away so that I can deny
This beautiful girl, whom I transformed into a lie
Searching in mirrors trying to figure it out
Confidence, she wears a yellow dress,
Doing nothing, but her best
In all that life throws at her
Disregarding all the rest.
Confidence, she wears a yellow dress.
I found a way to communicate
It's not like everyday talk
I've thought of ways to ask
But I just get up and walk
Strength is being weak, but continuing to walk.
It’s carrying on when everyone says you don’t have to.
It’s stepping up to the plate,
standing up to the man,
and buckling down when times get rough.
I’m talking about crown on my head & power in my palms.
Closed fist in the air as I defend my cause,
To be treated like royalty and never anything less,
For I know my worth, so don’t take my warm heart for weakness.
Unbroken silence
Quiet is all around me
My eyes search for sound
Seeing is hearing
Even what is not spoken
Eyes hear everything
Life with no hearing
Silence is normal for me
My life is not loud
Here we go again
The record players broken
Its hard to miss
Hearing all that’s unspoken
I’m sick of this
Waiting for the lights to go out
Someone once asked me about my stretch marks, Ohh, I replied.
Are you referring to the sun kissed rays that relax on my outer spine?
When I go meet God,
I'm gonna have to give myself up to you.
Lose my life,
lose my heart,
lose my soul!
I have been dirty
and broken
and don't deserve your love.
Am I good enough? Who are you to say I’m good enough? Who am I to say I’m not? Not adequate, not worthy. Worthy of the things I have and more, and the things that God has in store . . . for me you see it is not easy to speak highly of myself.
what should I do
which side to pick
in this battle
in my mind
that’s killing me inside
my heart chooses one
society chooses one
and I pick one
and I pick wrong
and I know it’s wrong
You gave me life,
my first breath taken was yours first.
You loved me before I knew who I was.
You watched over me while I slept,
Letting peaceful dreams take me to a world not my own.
The Words Hit You Like Endless Bullets.
Face Them Head On, Never Give Way To It.
Heard It Once, Heard It Twice.
The Words They Through Out Are Meant For Your Demise.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity
Is it real, does it even pertain to me?
Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain
Something some feel is the need to gain.
Soil harsh and fierce like the winter winds,
You pushed, and were pushed back,
Back into the darkness where it all began,
You insisted, demanded, and your tenacious attitude only led you back to the silent darkness,
The short little fat girl
who gets panic attacks
thinking about speaking in class
The casual hoodie always on
---as if to hide me
Source of security
Come
Take a seat
Take off your load
Tell me about your day
as i try to rid your stress
let me take your hair down
as you let your hair down
unload your troubles
for today i am your psychiatrist
As if someone is pushing against me
Every effort made, shot down
backfired with some kind of unknown karma
Its something we all need to figure out
Money out of question, with a family full of struggle
I feel the eyes
staring, watching
I hear the voices
giggling, whispering
Their words lay on my shoulders
like tons of bricks trying to bring me down.
When the walls fall and the mist clears.
I stand tall.
When the walls fall and I let all of my fears fly away.
I shine through darkness.
Oh how this sadness truly deepens thee
Only in sense of light can I show pride
If you could bear then this is meant to be
Because in you I vowed to seek and find
So now that you are here I want to show
Lately
I've been struggling with the fact
That I am constantly worrying
And anxious about everything.
I want everything to be right
But I know that's just not possible.
I realized that I have to let go
I let the chills take over
The feeling of being unwanted
A storm raining on my parade
For my feelings came crashing down
Raining confessions
Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections
Something I struggle with but absolutely understand is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.
I love this godiva mocha skin i’m in.
You begged, and pleaded, and wished for the world on a string.
And instead they presented you with a sorry ball of yellow yarn.
So you decided to "make the best of it"
And proceeded to knit a sweater of hope:
Hope is the thing with wings, that perches in the soul.
Or so I've been told -
Hope is more like a stalking monster
that pushes and growls
and dares you to stop moving
forward in life
always sustaining you.
I was her
I was the quiet girl who dreamt of being one of “them”
I was her
I was the girl who tried too hard to fit in
I was her
Crying from the empty in her heart
I was her
He’s the one left behind
when they’ve walked away.
She turned and walked away with the rest of them
carrying pieces of him
but he couldn’t find the strength to move.
I'll tell my story
You tell yours
I don't know what will happen beyond here
Whether my eyes will remain dry
Whether I'll need a place to hide
If I will meet the sky
If I will pass and rise
The night was once an empty dream
The trees offered no shade
I once had no hope in me
Life to me was just a game
When you laugh, the wind blows
The wind starts singing
When I cry, the rain flows
The rains start flowing
Flowing towards you
Like the end of a good morning
The beginning of a bad night
Beautiful is just a word
That falls from ones lips,
Usually referred to those
Who have slender hips.
To those who have eyes
Of neverending pools,
And smiles so sparkling
Like rare, precious jewels.
My mother’s embrace is my home and in her arms I am never alone. People attack me with words, words that pierce my soul like daggers. I am not fierce nor am I bold so I cannot help the tears that pour like rain as I am in pain.
Don’t stare at my hips and thighs, my lips, my neck, with accusations in your eyes
Don’t think your looks will make me cry
and die inside and want to hide
and fly on by mall-aisle five
I don’t need your “pretty”
