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This whole time I wanted to blame her, but I realized that is something that I would never do,
Because the only person who is to blame in this mess is you.
This must be GROWTHIt's neither about an increase in size,nor the comeliness of my thighs,a lesson on puberty,or how time flies. It's an enlarging on the inside,though unseen by mere eyes,but cannot be denied,I speak of a strength supplied. See, t
Confused, unbalanced, scared --
The control is gone -
What is my fare?
Milestone hit -- little achieved.
What to do - where to go...
Define passion... define relieved...
Confused, unbalanced, scared --
The control is gone -
What is my fare?
Milestone hit -- little achieved.
What to do - where to go...
Define passion... define relieved...
girl to woman, where does it begin?
how can we know which phase we are in?
in a woman, wisdom, in a girl, curiosity.
but in both, strength is a shared quality.
i find in myself in each new moment,
she was power
he crumbled her to the core
his eyes weakened the soul
so she did not say no
she had caught love as if it were a disease
unknown it was gradually killing
she did not say no
The sinews of my soul have been messily dissected
By the unsteady, wavering hand of depression
Each tender nerve frays as it’s carelessly bisected
My lists bring me closer to perfection,
Or at least lead me in the right direction.
To be the perfect woman,
Requires much dissection.
How you walk, how you talk, and the clothes that you wear,
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous
I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds.
I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
From jelly sandals to heels and stilettosFrom giggles to bedroom sounds and echoesI couldn't wait to grow up,but little did I know that this adult world was so fucked up
The creator of life
Feeding hungry children
From her own breasts.
Nursing those who are sick
Back to their health.
Close your nosy eyes
Open them and rise upward
Stand up for women
Poetry Written As Performed.
I am 1 in 4.
Not 1 in 4 to rebel against my parents and dye my hair a crazy color.
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.
You water me with your reassurance
You made me feel beautiful
You dowzed me with sun
You forgot to water me
You left me to welt
You told me I was pretty
Yet you left me out to welt
You hit verbally
with all actions
and i wont tell family cause god knows what happen.
i steadly stay packing
yo im lacking
i rewind go back in the door like nothing never happened.
Dear men,
Women are celestial beings, molded with care
Though only when a man shines his focus upon us, are we made aware
Though we were always there
It’s in our DNA
Dear makeup wipes,
You cracked the warm beige – no medium – foundation
And chipped at it
With your chipping fingernails,
Whispered in my ear that you loved the toxic red armies
Dear Aidoneus, Goddess of death!
Za, God of men!
Why must you sit on your ligneous chairs drenched in ichor?
Extraordinary
Picture a first generation girl.
Her parents, never finished high school.
Her older brother, spent the first 8 years of his life without seeing his father
Dear Life Problems,
Why don't you understand? I want to be me!
But, why do you try to take over my life? You don't understand.
It's gone too far! It stops here, now! You cross the line.
The Beast was mean,
but then he turned kind.
I came clean,
I wanted him to be mine.
Happily ever after, you say?
Maybe so.
But each and every day,
I wonder if I should have said no.
I am a host for a parasite,
A parasite whose disease has sucked on my mind,
Leaching my hope,
Leaching my sanity,
Raping me of all personality.
America the great
The beautiful
The selfish
The blind
The ignorant
When will you realize that women are much more
More than
Hello, I'm Diamond, or at least I would like to be,
If I told you that I was, you would have to believe me.
But I could be someone else,
An imposter or traitor, criminal or spy,
Every morning,
I wake up with a lighter heart.
I no longer bare any resentment.
Because here I lay,
Reminiscing each day
Remembering how I fell to you.
How dumb was I?
They see my smiles beaming, my laughter singing as I rejoice in the beauty that is life
“Little Miss Sunshine,” they say.
I am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
Hell Yeah! I have thunder thighs,
And you better believe I have lightning to go with them:
Purple and white zig-zags flashing across my upper legs, stomach, and butt.
My torso is formed by soft rolling hills-
Who am I?
Who are you?
What are we?
I love you
and you love me
but we are both trapped in our imminent dreams.
As different as we are
our dreams are one in the same.
There are two queens
In my kingdom
There are two queens
In my kingdom, you see
There are two queens
And nobody is the 'man'
In our damn relationship
Do you need basic definitions?
She gets up."The world is brigher at night,"she would remark with a laugh,but it meant more than whather smile hid.
Put the food down,
Girls look better thin.
Don't frown,
Smiles always win.
Don't cry,
People will think you're insane.
Look away from football,
Let boys enjoy their game.
I don't need a Hercules who is in love with himself
I don't need a Zeus who will just prop me up on the shelf
I don't want Hermes since he's always on the run
The meaning of identity
is having a close similarity
affinity
identifying oneself
to another
idea.
To be
or not
is no the same
you see
to be
means
She was a brick wall.
No one could get through to her
She had the personality of a lioness.
Anyone who dared to tempt her, she would devour.
She saw no one as competition
Just one,
I'm a few,
No family too,
Who am I?
I don't know
I am a single mom
I am a married mom
I am also a Scientist
That will find a cure
I am also a cop
She who runs.
There are those who run.
The murderers, the politicians, the Omelas.
There are many who run.
The lost, the purpose driven, the gifted.
But.
Red lips licked
As loose locks
Cup curve of hips
Red wine sips
Glass rim sings,
Touch of fingertips
Because I am female
I am flawless
I am the yin
To the yang
I create balance
In the universe
"Speak softly, moon faced child, so that they do not hear you when you quiver.
Let your inhibitions ride you like a dog,
When hearts are breaking and feelings are getting removed, what else is left to do but put the pedal to the medal and say no love no love. Why else would I stay or why else would you leave?
I remember how the shackles fit
since I was three years old
and noticed that my brother had cars
and I had an apron lined with
silver bars, they trapped my dreams
they hid my screams under a noxious smell
Salt drops form
on my forehead.
Eyes burn through my determination.
Leaving me stronger than ever.
The piercing screams
"LETS GO"
ices my warm heart and chills my spine.
Determined.
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
This word I hear that burns my ears
This word THOT meaning 'That Hoe Over There'.
The disrespect slandering the female race
also describes the male who's always up for a chase.
Little girl grown, how you toss and turn in your bed while images of him plague your sweet mind.In the night-time you see his face.
Female,
Is not synonymous,
With quiet.
I came into this world kicking and screaming,
and I don't plan on stopping,
anytime soon.
Because female,
We learn what we are taught. We use crayons to draw up a life that’s already been planned in permanent ink. But we still try.
I doubt it’s ever crossed your mind that I am not putting on a mask in the morning, but I am not hiding behind my mascara tube.
I am putting on my armor.
Feminine is not soft.
She cries when no one is watching
She acts like everything is okay
She lets you think that she is strong
When deep down inside she's nothing but torn
She keeps her distance
Who Am I?
Confused, Terrified, Unworthy Inside
Smiles, Bright, Cherished Outside
Does everyone think this way or Is it just me?
As the starting point of a child's book is about to unwrap here to see.
A warm chilly evening filled with much charm,while inside a young couple was in each other's arms.A blazing fireplace crackled that made the air wamwhile on TV a soap opera performed.The woman was pale and not feeling too good;The man wanting to h
She doesn't like the rain
It washes up what once was sunk
Dodging drops, all in vain
No, she doesn't like this rain
The shore littered with memories, pain
She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
My brother
Make your legacy live in history
The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities,
And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters
you see..
I am not African American,
I am not Caucasian,
I am not Asian,
And I sure as hell am not other.
I’m just human.
But, where is that box I can check?
The bubble I can circle in?
The warmth of the sun is reflected in my skin
We have sepia tones and copal brown skins
Enriched melanin
From a young age we learn and encourage to
Take pride in ourselves
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say,
Girl!
You will never get a man with that hair.
He had the eyes of Horus that blended perfectly with his bronze skin and thick coiled hair.
He resembled an Egyptian God.
Someone who live their life with such lawlessness and anarchy.
He had the eyes of Horus that blended perfectly with his bronze skin and thick coiled hair.
He resembled an Egyptian God.
Someone who live their life with such lawlessness and anarchy.
He had the eyes of Horus that blended perfectly with his bronze skin and thick coiled hair.
He resembled an Egyptian God.
Someone who live their life with such lawlessness and anarchy.
The scent of
the juice of
apples on her breath
mixes (by 10pm) with the café cigarettes &
coffee in her hair
And she told us that when she dreams, she goes to every country on Earth,
For the "I Am... Scholarship Slam."
We write, we hide,
we live our lives in coffee shops,
sippin' tea from little mugs,
stains on our teeth,
contemplating the meaning of life.
Everyone keeps staring at me
My belly swells and my feet hurt
I didnt ask for this change
I didnt ask for this experience
stop staring at me please
judging me in your head
whispers in the shadow of my back
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up
We change our texture because it’s not desirable
We dye it as the trends change
And we die a little more ourselves each time
Selfish.
Skin on skin
My heart beats out of my chest
And into your hands.
Beads of sweat form, over populating my skin
As I fight the urge to draw you in.
You breathe me in. Inhale my flesh.
So this guy had a problem.
More specifically,
he had a problem with me
and was asking questions about my mentality,
trying to make me realize
that it's no use being a writer
It gets to me when you wanna be with someone that is too hurt to be happy with you.
When they wanna be with you, but they dont, "but they do, but they dont", confused on wat to do.
In the mind of my mother
dishes are cleaned and neatly stacked
all on her account.
His dress shirts are washed and neatly pressed
in great, abundant amounts.
In the mind of me
I wake up in the morning
A big smile on my face
I hear your little giggles
Time stands still for a moment
As I gaze upon your beautiful face
Oh my little baby
You'll never understand
You came into my life
so clear,
so bright
while others passed by,
you chose to stay
waited out the ride
slowly peering
out
inch by inch
slowly creeping out
exposing more and more
Your words meant a lot to me...
but now they mean nothing...
you told me I was different...
I believed you because your words meant something...
but now they mean nothing...
is it possible
to be addicted to somebody?
if so, is it possible
to stay in love with them?
to never fall out of love with them?
to have them stay on your mind...forever?
constantly invading your space
Memories and memories running through my head.
I hate thinking of all that you said.
All those lies and all those words didn’t mean a thing.
I used to think you were my everything.
There is no light to light up my night,
I Live in darkness, There is no light.
My life is lonely, My life is tight
You are miles away, You are my life
I can't express emotions, I can't even write
I am so broken.
I have this hole in my heart.
It’s aching to be fixed.
I want to find someone
who won’t leave me
or make me
broken.
Sometimes relationships can be difficult.
Trying to work things out might not come clean.
All the drama and arguments is nothing new.
Everyday is just another bad day.
People always have feelings for each other.
With all the pain, and struggles, and tears I’ve cried.
It’s all building up,
I can no longer hide
The slits on my wrist
Nor the bruises on my body.
I pray one day I can meet that somebody
I loved the way you held me
I loved the way you cared
I loved the way you say nothing
and at me you would stare
Love...what is it with you and me?
Did I offend you?
Because lately you've been my enemy
That's the only way it would seem
Do I not ask why enough?
Or is it that I don't nag over unnecessary stuff
You,
Me,
Were truly like a mystery,
One day you hate me,
The next you don’t,
One day I hate you,
The next I don’t,
It’s not always clear what you’re thinking,
It all starts with love
Or should one call it lust
The man brings flowers and everything above, LOVE
He makes the relationship feel as if it is filled with TRUST
The woman is in love, dangerously in LOVE
What is love?
Does everyone feel it differently?
Or do some not feel it at all?
How do we know when it's real?
Or is it all just a fantasy?
What is love?
He used to be my hero
Now he is my pain
I used to be a pawn chess
Used inside his game
I used to be his lover, his smile, and his heart
Now I'm not his sunshine, he left me in the dark
I want to see you.
Not the pin-up, cardboard cutout you parade past strangers.
Not the watered-down, ever changing version of yourself you tailor to each person you know.
Though I long to be in your precious embrace
I long to hear your sweet voice
and even when I long to feel you by my side
I know im not alone because even though
your not hear in whole I still feel your soul watching
My big heart shattered into a million tiny pieces,
I felt as if my life was over, my best friend was gone.
You were the only guy I’d ever loved, the only guy I knew how to love.
The intoxication of your being
Has me drunken in a stupor
Lost in your eyes and in your smile
Unknowingly driving me wild
With a yearning to touch the deepest
Here we are
Here we stand
We are living out God's own plan
We are the children of the dream
I don't need another new year to start a change
I am a change
It is August of 2012 and I walk through your memories, a museum.
My feet pace the floor where yours once did, a battleground.
I gaze at your portrait and into your eyes, silent.
In the election of 2016 I will vote.
Growing up i figured out that F that labels me is not an F for failure,
such a minority in society but im growing up to be a voice in a million.
I declare women leaders of this world.
