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I guess I knew those years ago but I shut it out, covered it as a phase
I just moved because I thought it was better to
but even as the years went on I still called myself, "Jace"
It is trans day of remembrance
Another vigilAnother memorialMore and more lost each year
At home I sit
Thoughts running through my head
Tomy filled with troubles
Yet I'm supposed to be free in his presence
I can't even figure out what I'm doing here
.............
I wake up each day holding on my desires
Pushing away all forces holding me - though it tires
Sweat flowing through my brows
Standing tall - I'll not bow
King I am though my kin have strayed
Her love serves
Down her heart’s nerves are nerves
In sweet redemption and reflection
Heaven makes their re-election
Oh, sweet help.
This is my gay poem
My poem about pride
And about finally coming out to my parents after 23 years
But you know some news falls on cotton-filled ears
Never bothering to ask where they got the cotton from.
I was 16 years old when I finally realized that I was gay.
When I finally understood why I had so many girlfriends,
But could barely speak to other boys
I was 16 years old when I first kissed a boy
Sometimes
I don’t want to think
I don’t want to blink
I don’t want to imagine
I don’t want to be seen
They call me a slut
They call me a slut because I sleep around I guess that’s what they call it
They call me a slut because I am good at making men feel good
I am good at making men feel good because it makes me feel good.
You ask me why,
But it is so hard to answer.
Because even I don't know.
How to form the words,
How to describe my thoughts,
How to describe my feelings.
I am not fluent.
My mind cannot be translated.
♡
Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends,Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring soup joumou,Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails,Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables.
Bon appetit a tout Ayisyen zanmim yo,Moun ki pral bwè, manje, deguste bon soup joumou,Ke nou fè ak joumou, kou koden, makawoni, ke bef,Kawòt, yanm, seleri, pèsi, ak lot bon legim.
I sit in my desk with silent,
While my friend group talks bad about me in quiet,
They talk about how I dress,
And they absolutely despise how I act,
Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, a Terra dos Mártires
Haiti, Haiti, a Terra dos Primeiros Libertadores
Haiti, a terra de muitos bravos escravos
Ayiti, Ayiti, Ayiti, peyi dè Mati
Ayiti, Ayiti, Peyi Gran Esklav
Ayiti, Ayiti, Peyi Nèg Brav
Yon Oazi ke zòt vle trayi.
The year I was born
Was the same year Matthew Shepard was murdered
The same year blood filled our televisions
And anger burned our throats
The year I was born was when everything changed
De ninguna manera, ya no puedo lastimarme
Porque ahora tengo un corazón resistente
Tengo el dulce silencio de la noche
Y estoy lejos, muy lejos del susto
Let me mend myself,
my soul is wholly broken.
Let me dig out my honour,
someone just buried it deep.
Let me reawaken my pride,
I just can't let it sleep!
#MywordsOnMycanvas
Saima Qureshi ©️
Ya Know The Poetry Circuit’s SURE GOT Some... EGOS... !!!
Or Maybe Some Poets Shuv’ COC’ UP Their Nose... !?!
DAMN That ISN’T Your AVERAGE PROSE... !!!!!
Oops I’m NOT Britney...
Leave a message of a whispered dream, an afterthought
In the drawer we use to exchange hellos and forget-me-nots.
school days!
school days!
learning for the boys
but the girls are just toys
pass them around
and then
just deny it
school days!
school days!
boys can come shirtless
Do not tell me that you are an ally of the LGBTQ+ community
If you go home at night and refuse to believe your daughter is gay
Simply because she may not give you the grandchildren you want
Now When It Comes To Conversations...
And Making Sure That Talk Runs FLUID...
It Seems That Some People...
NEED To... “ Learn How To Do It “... !!!
When was the exact moment I fell, I don’t remember, but look at me, my spirit is loud and clear, it tells?
Like monkey business it smells 8-months ago, I could never foretell, or predicted a “love” such as this.
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.
So It Seems As Though...
It’s COOL Right Now To FILL Assholes... !!!?!!!
But NOT In The Way That Things NOW GO... !!!!!
What does it mean to be American?
It means slowly getting rights to have them stripped away again
People will contrast the Time changes of Then versus Now
MAN What Is It With ARTISTS... ?!?
When It Comes To The Markets...
Where They... Wanna Be SEEN... !!!
SEEING Money... And Their ARTISTRY...
REACH The Peeps' Who They're TRYING To Reach...
These Days I'm ... SICK of People ... !!!
Saying That ... "They've CHANGED !?!" …
Outcast
pitiless
pariah
crawling on my knees,
beating my breast
moaning
" mea culpa."
The crowd would love that-
a spectacle.
( or if not love, tolerate.)
But no,
FAILURE
What started as a dream took a slight left turn
a wife and daughter brought so much joy
I knew sacrifices were apart of the grind
no one mentions the self doubt present drifting into my conscious
I am from Spices
From paintings and pictures
I am from the blissful hospitality
(welcoming, adaptable,
ARROGANCE ... Or ... Self BELIEF ... ??????
Which of These Is Part of ME ... ?
I Have An Idea But What Do You See ... ?
Some Have Said They See ... VANITY ... !!!!!
Well For Many Years I Saw ..... UGLY ......
He was born Sophia.
But it doesnt fit him, and that name is as dead as the flowers I have pressed in my journal.
Always there, a reminder, what I have to call hm in front of his mom.
Upon this flower I shall gaze,
simple as it’s bloom.
For God has made you there,
Living in the lighted Son.
Shall you not go that way?
Indeed, I am the strongest and the Boldest
My Body finesses throughout the field
The blood on my chest, I say it was worth the kill
I Beowulf, am too prideful, How could I let someone replace me?
I will love who I want, kiss who I want, and no one should not respect me because of that. I don't care if you think it's wrong, it's right to me, and that's all that matters.
To begin with, I was born in Texas then I moved to Florida a long time ago when I was four years old. I still live in Florida today.
I am not a pink bloom
With its free-spirited nature
Nor am I the alluring red
I am a white rose
Many have made attempts
To inject me with dye
And while it took for a while
Heart
Disconnected by these Misconceptions Caused by these failed Recessions.
For my Blessings are not Lessons For your Indiscretion.
I love my mother
I love her warmth
I love her wit
I love her fearlessness and admire her endurance
I love the way she loves strangers
I love the way she loves me
In adolescence,
Years locked up, forbidden
A rush of feeling unleashed
Everywhere I look
I am reminded
Of the beauty and love
I once turned away from
It took the young lion a long time to understand
That his mane doesn’t grow from the strength of his hand.
It grows not because of age, it doesn’t matter the time
But it grows on wisdom, it’s the strength of his mind.
Here we flutter, soar, and fly
Abuzz, for all to see, an iridescent sky
Our pride, with which we manage,
Asserting our presence, flags raised high,
On the water there
A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath,
alone,
more words tumble from the mouth.
Mirror, mirror,
As I speak to you
the petal finds a break
On the water there
A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath,
alone,
more words tumble from the mouth.
Mirror, mirror,
As I speak to you
the petal finds a break
4 years agoI found something I didn’t know.It would change my life,Wasn’t sure it was right,Probably explains why I cried,Felt like I didn’t have a soul. It took seventeen yearsAnd seventeen years of fearBut in the mirror of my integrity,There wer
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,
I'm thankful for my mama I'm thankful for my sisters I'm thankful for my brother And all I've been given I'm thankful for their love I am so blessed Never ever will I See them as pests They desire my success And push me hard with no rest
Eigth grade is when I found out
That straight did not define me
A single small peck
On the lips was that it took.
Oh, how scared I was
I had grown up around hate
That those who are gay
The moon has phases, but my sexuality does not.
However, I will not take your ignorance as an insult.
Your ignorance is a compliment. Every time you say that it is "just a phase" you are asking what stage of life I am in.
I see death taking a toll on my shoulders
The darkness overflows and my flesh starts to feel colder
I can feel myself fade away
I notice that everything around me remains the same
I rise before the sun breaks
Opening my eyes to a red horizon
The dawn giving as it takes
My sweet dreams from me
Blazing orange ignites inside
Burning within my lungs
I fear to see the mother land
cry blood on tectonic plates,
Shift to separate lands of
human evolution tentatively
In war formed by our own, one
say to unite the black with wight
protected by blood.
A freezing wind blows upon my upturned face.
Do you feel it too when the world spins at this pace?
When disaster strikes, we drag out our monsters,
But through the night we wait for something softer.
It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy
The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy
Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow
Hey honey, how are you?
I am really proud of you.
You've made it through all these years,
through many smiles and hidden tears.
You've made it through those toughe times
Flashback
A scared 12 year old
Alone, afraid, abstract
Knowing they were
Different
Than other girls
A stolen glance at school
An unflattering haircut
A google search for

They buried us,
But we were seeds.
As they filled the world with clouds of hate,
Hope poured out as rain,
Time was our strength,
The skies cleared out,
As the sun shined bright with love,
Whisper here, Whisper there,
I heard you whisper in his ear,
Told him the gossiper's word,
With the forbidden glare.
The hallway, a lounge,
The lockers, full of the smoky words of cold hounds.
stomach flutters
out of fright
out of nervousness
out of might
butterflies churning all around
waiting to burst out
making a rainbow across the sky
as she says "yes"
to the girl she loves
The Cop I want at Pride
Sees the law as a growers guide
To a garden of a community
Written by amateurs
Who only slightly know what they’re doing
At age twelve,
I was afraid of myself.
I could not explain my soul,
or even recognize it,
because I was convinced it was evil.
A childhood bathed in fear and anxiety,
all in the name of holiness,
A dark abyss swallows my soulLonely and cold, out of controlI push and I pushInside, always breakingNever forgetting, Never forsakingA smile, simpleIt hides my fear
Did you see it
In my eyes?
How five words
...or was it six…?
Made me the happiest
Girl
Happiest friend
I guess I mistook
The reasons I have you
And the reasons you have me
We aren’t meant to fall in love
Now
Or ever
I’m meant to be
No honey please don’t be so sad…
Trust me
I know
Everything
Because I was you
In a way I still am
Please…
Dear the worst of me,
Greed...
Why are you here?
I didn't need all these tears.
I didn't need you when i was younger
I stand outside.
Outside of the boundaries you set for me.
Why am I outcasted from this "perfect world".
Yet, if this world is so perfect,
why is anyone outcasted?
I'm tired.
Tired of feeling alone.
To you,
the struggling rainbow after each dark storm.
To you,
my gorgeous warrior,
my faithful sun.
Do not stop fighting,
but if you must,
do not let yourself be silenced.
He whispered something to me yesterday
He said that "my kind" was something he wouldn’t even want to step on
His arms crossed, shielding his mind
Every time I had to deal with your altitude
Every single problem ranges in amplitude
Breaking my barrier with your end behavior
We hold our Hope so close inside,
Laugh with those who us deride,
Our true person untouchable,
While evils only scratch outside.
A blended mix of Pride and Fear
The Mountain tall,
It stands with pride.
It soars with trees upon its side,
A pointing shard,
Her Standing guard.
Waiting there below his Bride.
The truth, my pride. It's all conflicing...
See, I've been hurt so many times, ain't no tears in me.
So memory lane I'm jogging faithfully, but waking up some days...
I don't take so graciously.
Do you appease of my life?
I don’t have muscle, grit, nor a respectable name.
Not yet worthy of falling to the scythe.
I gave into their ways, and I’m the one to blame
“Obscene and insulting to this practice,”
they scream holding large signs from the roadside
“How dare you condone this sin with such pride?”
Oh how I could certainly tellThe wildest of talesOf attempts triedAnd those that failed
Of the screech…Of the song,Of the melody thusWhat came nextOf ambition and lust
It’s not okay
You know, it’s just not
It’s not okay that I can’t just be me
You say that me is all I can be
But, then, tell me why I can’t be me when I’m with thee.
I look around and see that
Everyone's out and proud.
They're championing each other
In this colorful festival that I never really understood
But have always admired.
I'm locked in a tiny closet
I am a dandelion
Wild and free
Not to be noticed upon first glance;
It seems I lack the chance
To belong in a boquet
They look on in disgust
With selfish and hating eyes
Dear America,
You call yourself great,
but you’re built on ignorance and hate.
Your flag colors are red, white, and blue,
but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
Rebel in my inner thoughts
they pebels once they hit the rock
And then, the adrenaline strats kicking in, once it hits,
what leaks
through the back door is my ego or rather my pride,
My momma told to never be afraid of anything, but two things
El cucuy and sometimes her chancla.
I was raised in a ear pulling, frijole smelling, cumbia playing
Remain stuck, to figure out ways to cross the bridge
Across it, lies the finish line that We cringe for
Be dammed before you dont try and reach it
Have faith in your alliegance
So never fade, We meant it
Remain stuck, to figure out ways to cross the bridge
Across it, lies the finish line that We cringe for
Be dammed before you dont try and reach it
Have faith in your alliegance
So never fade, We meant it
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
Peacock feathers, royal blue,
Turquoise, lapis, every hue,
Only gemstones and most true,
For him naught but best will do.
He deserves a golden shrine,
From his eyes the stars do shine,
This a story of my past I could reminisce on that
My path was stack with million dollar on my back
My journey was to be the best and forget about my enemies
You want me to cry, to falter and give in.
You desire my weakness and lack of fortitude.
For prey that is weak, it is simple; for prey that is strong, it is adamant and callous.
Mr Pride S. Dust
Self eulogy is an ill choice
Its a steep down the slope
The arrays of pride-scope
Kidnaps commonsense to a cleft
I am often knocked down by the gazes of the haters,
back biters, the bullies, the witty, and the other fool phonies.
Then when life got better for me. I’ve tasted glory
They all know my story
Our Nation Closing my eyesI ponder who I am when thinking back To the Fourth of July.American flag in my tiny hand While in the other liesA picture of my in uniform. My mother showcases our sign That I helped made which says “
hello;
i know your out there.
are you also made of fear?
are you father of the shadows?
are you things, both hidden and queer?
more felt than seen;
a rainbow with no gleam.
I think America is great
But we need to get a few things straight
Unemployment is at a crazy rate
This doesn’t have to be America’s fate
America the Beautiful
With the open fields and high mountains
And the clouds dancing across the skyline
America the Strong
With a military protecting our citizens
And our citizens protecting our rights
"Would everyone please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance."These are words I hear every day.And every day I watch my classmates standand salute a flag that waves for this countrypledging loyalty.
Through the Soil
A Tree grows
Through the Land
A River grows
Through the Wind
An Eagle grows
Through the People
A Nation grows
A Nation
I believe in this country
That anything is possible
No matter where you stand
You can rise
I have dealt with challenges
That have tried to bring me down
And have been at my lowest
A loose grip on a wheel
Used to guide a machine
A titan fist drives an upheaval
of frustration into a raveen
Cultural Pride is like picking sides
Its hard to get out of it
It will get around you
What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days.
Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
Bravery in the face of danger
Courage in a foreign land
Your selflessness in service
As strong and united you stand
For the old as with the young
Both loved ones and those unknown
I am proud of America.
I am proud to live in a land of rights for all.
I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
when I was little I used to dream
of being married and living
Happily ever after, a Queen
that sits on her throne with Pride
glittering in sparkling
daylight, shining blue,
pink, silver, and golden
Day in and day out, the tension rises,
What does our red, white and blue really mean?
Can we avoid this terrible crisis,
Or will our fear prevent the twilight gleam?
I recall when we weren’t so divided,
I used to think that my cowboy boots and pecan pie
Were all I needed to survive
As the summers were filled with the Fourth of July and state fairs
A supposed sense of freedom was in the air
To be strong,
To be powerful.
To be young,
And to be mighty.
Land of the free,
Home of the brave.
America is beautiful,
Catching bullets in your body.
That's how you feel when you love somebody.
Finger on the trigger you don't think they'll do it,
then BOW!
Your organs spilled and your blood is spewing.
What does it mean—to have pride?
Does it mean flying our flag high,
Or red, white, and blue fireworks,
On the fourth of July?
What does it mean—to be patriotic?
I claim witness growing up,
down a path left behind a mirage
of some passing distance.
I see now the blurr faces.
A mask in craves something once wanted, more in need.
Hello, I’m not who you think is me
I’m sorry, that probably came off a little crazy
but it’s the only way to describe what I’m going to say
From the vibrations of my screams
to caper-colored bruises
you denied me to be all women, a
Woman in passion
Woman in tears
Woman with smiles
Woman and proud.
I am unique,
like my fingerprint.
I cannot be changed.
My pride,
the rainbows that surround me,
are me.
JUST KIDDING!
I'm gay, but
rainbows don't come near me.
I mean, come on,
When you finally get to unwrap the dressings bound around your chest,
Try not to consider this as your first day living as a man.You have always been man.
Red is for the blood of our brothers and sisters spilt
Orange is for the heightened awareness of global warming
Yellow is for the joy felt when our rights were awarded to us
Green is for growth of knowledge society
I am an Aspie and I am proud
To be so strange and to be so loud.
Despite others trying to quiet me
I stood out unique and boldly.
I am an Aspie and I am an introvert.
Pride
The highest misconception is fluorescent colors are all that surrounds me daily
I carry my “gayness” around like it’s a trophy
I apologize
My self-consciousness is heavy
My pride is immesive
And as the years go on, my happiness has only gotten more expensive
For you, and only you.
My heart sinks,
Far too deep for hope methinks,
Why must my soul wail in grief?
In the cumbersome sorrow that I'm buried beneath,
It seems these murky waters will be my tomb,
As almost was my mother's womb,
What Is Wrong With Me?
My Eyes Don't Shed A Tear, But On The Inside, I Feel Like I'm Going To Explode..
Guess It's Better To Have Dreamed & Loved Once Than To Have Never Done So At All..
I was stopped by a man in a room made of gold
He sat and told me his life story
yet he couldn't look me in the eyes
as he called me beautiful
We were both looking for "God" in all the wrong places
I look in the mirror
and I see
the god Shango staring
back at me.
Where I expect to see my reflection,
I do.
And yet, it is
more than it ever was.
My broad chest and shoulders,
He holds onto me
Even when I loosen my hold on Him
He holds onto me
Even when I feel I'm letting go
My hand's sweaty with fear
Worn with temptations
Disjointed with pride
So long ago
In the snow
The row of faces
The cheerful row
The stamping horses
My calvary
Brought the forces
To foe's fallacy
With judgement's reign
Our arrows aflame
In the dreary nights
Dark forests home
Cold woods in the night
No rest, alone
The regret, it bites
Heavy like stone
To the dreary plight
I now succumb
So dank to drink
The numbness is growing,
Or is it sadness instead,
That will plague me until death.
I feel so alone in this world
Where my darkness descends.
I feel forgotten by my memories
When I was 8 I wore dresses to school
I wasa bullied and teased for looking nice
For wearing dresses and pink and being girly
When I was 13 I stopped wearing dresses
I cut my hair to my chin and I didn't wear pink
At the end of a long day, the beautiful girl swings by her ‘friend’s’ place.
My heart bleeds pink for the sexuality that the news reporters shove back into the closet. My heart bleeds red for the lives lost. My heart bleeds orange for the hope that the families would heal.
It started as a gentle breeze,a whisper in my ear:the weeping of a weeping willow,weeping out of fear.
'Why do you weep, weeping willow?There is no reason to cry.'
You fight with me
You fight for our land
You fight with we
You fight to stand
Your fight has come
Your fight must be won
You fought for me
You fought for our land
Lay with me and drift, drift away, high into a cloud.
Just laying here with a soft song coming out a old stereo.
Saying sweet nothing under the influence only makes me smile.
Nobody should die becuase of love.
They should not die because of hate.
People may die of illness.
People may die of old age.
Why kill over differences?
Why kill over your hate?
My great continent Africa.
Africa is so rich and big.
We have oil, diamonds, and gold!
Europe, Asia, the Americas joy!
They want to take our riches.
Yes I am one of the biggest continents!
I know that you are out there!
Please come and talk,
To a girl who feels all alone,
A girl that feels so lost.
I am bisexual,
Yes, we exist.
I am not hiding that I am gay,
I wear my restlessness
Beneath my eyes
I am restless
Restless from heartache
Watching my loved ones fade away
And letting others do me wromg
Restless because I am afraid
We all get offeneded
This is due to wounds that were never fully mended
There is no such place on Earth where something cannot hurt us
So why do we continue to fuss
My heart longs for those who are hurt
They called her a kid,
One that would make an impact in people’s lives,
Give girls an image to strive for,
And that’s exactly what she did.
I was told that my friends were no good.
Single parent home, shattered family values,
This was no Leave It To Beaver production.
I was told that my friends were no good,
(Villanelle)
Half my blood and spirit comes from that place
A final result from seeds of heroes
Cultivating pride like a rice terrace
Calamities killing us all as one
I am black,
but, I am an American,
yet, because of my color, you stab me in the back?
They tell me I speak too proper for a girl of my color,
and that I could be mistaken as white,
Bound since birth
Two souls entwined
Same blood
Same face
But different lives
Precious thing I hold most dear
I was formed by broken words.
“Broken English,” my mother called it.
But to me, it was just how Dad spoke.
He’d come home from hours at the factory.
“I have faith on you,” he’d say.
The Sailor who callously masses the storm faults at the hand of God
As he inadvertently veils the damage to the stern, the responsibility is forgot.
Here they stand in equal measure, side
by side upon a long podium, each
looking out upon each other and visualizing
a lesser crowd and higher standing for
themselves. Do they not see the ground
Who am I?
possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers
answers that may contradict because I am not simple
then I realize I am not an answer
there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
A disorder they called it, haha.
More like a misnomer.
I wonder what they think when I tell them.
Some go - that makes sense, others I couldn't tell.
I am not weak.
{I won’t deny my flaws and insecurities.
I’ve been bruised and broken in places,
used and abused and pushed aside and wasted,
disregarded and shamed,
manipulated and blamed,
There is no end to the madness.
Yet there is no definite beginning.
Some say it’s all feel.
Others say it’s all preparation.
Creativity is it’s bloodline.
Imagination lies at it’s core.
Pride Is Expensive As F***
by Tim Hargrow
Everything is awesome!
Pride Is awesome!
The best part about our pride,
Could I fill the swollen suit of a man so large:
Quien vivió en las torres de la mente de su pueblo,
Dear boy with the alluring smile,
Thank you for taking away my trust once again:
Phenomenal Woman can't you see?
Phenomenal woman is not me...
My hips don't sway, and my hair is short.
But I am a lady of some sort.
My mind is jailed while my heart roams free like the sun.
As I contemplate all I know
There's one last thought that wants to grow
Who am I friend or foe
Knowing myself has never felt so low....
It causes fights it starts jealousy
it tears up friends it cuts down dreams
it makes you sad it makes you mad
it makes you embarrassed
If ego were no more we'd start
to build each other up.
If pride is a sin.
And a sin is pride.
Then why is it?
That people often don’t have a reason…
To take pride in pride.
To take sin in sin.
And to combine the two?
Together they make.
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone.
Make no mistake--
I can eat what I want when I want it.
I can think how I
look like I
go where I want.
I can see whom I please,
Say what I mean,
They say, "keep your friends close
But your enemies closer."
I ask, then, how do you know?
Who is your friend
And who is your foe?
One moment it's sunshine
And happiness and laughter.
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination?
A lie.
An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations.
Who am I?
The unexpected comfort I have found
sleeping on this furniture
my sister diagonal from me.
my mother parallel to me.
my pride inexistestent.
I do not complain because
it is either this couch or
I grew up for 13 year's not knowing who i was.
i would look at the pictures i had online of me and see that i wouldnt smile.
the dark cloud of self confidence wayed on my shoulders,
people see me and they think
theres a girl far from girly
for they see my plaid button up shirt,
I smile in hope they will stop staring.
I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror.
I smile in hope to make someone's day.
I am bipolar and thats okay
I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway
I am bipolar not an outcast
The mistakes I've made are all in the past
I am bipolar, I've learned alot
I am bipolar and thats okay
I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway
I am bipolar not an outcast
The mistakes I've made are all in the past
I am bipolar, I've learned alot
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
Then the wind blows harder sending drifts of snow across the cracked parking lot
The stinging air slowly turns my face red as I trudge towards my destination
No rhythm
No rhyme
Just me
And myself
Dark hands
Bright face
WIth a dim glow in the eyes
Worn out
By the challenge
Of living each day with a smile
Inside
I'm have many good traits, I'm "flawless"
But people only watch for the bad traits regardless
Similar to a pacifist, I'd probably go outside and help someone after this
I'm benevolent, a GOD sent
Being ***FLAWLESS comes from many a place.
Let me share with you, it is not just a perfect face:
It comes from your style,
your smile,
your curves,
your curls.
It comes from your flat butt,
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
If you do not feel anything
When your fingers touch a keyboard
You are not a poet
If there is not the slightest rhythm
From the syllables stampeding
In a Socratic circle
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain
What I keep hidden
From your eyes and mind
Is strictly forbidden
Under the mask
What a clever disguise
A Women of All Odds
Please pay no attention to the women behind those books
Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
A chill runs down my spine
But I do not feel cold.
A slap across the face
With no pain.
Black and blue covering a once perfect skin
And I see nothing.
Aspiring within, a risen power ready to tip over, the ability to inspire.
Agile but, fragile
After every trial
This heart is at peace, finally.
It has been one hell of a journey.
Dear God,
This is a letter from your queer daughter.
Wait, hold up did this girl just say queer?
"You are not a child of God!" Someone shouts!
Oh shut up! This is my letter.
Anyway you know I grew up in church
See my hands bound
so tight
Securely hidden
Behind my back
So I just sit here
and fight
You don't know how
it is to be gay
In an society
Where you have to
hide
Your love everyday
You don't know how
hard I try
To show you that
We dress up and make-up to impress on a daily basis
With mascara and tear stains on our faces we still smile
Because we know we are the strength that keeps you warm
We’ve been through it all, the rise and the falls….
I know I might not have been born in a Hispanic Country,
It's six o'clock,
My alarm goes off.
Time to get up,
And walk the dogs.
The crisp, clean air
Is refreshing to breathe.
The dogs take off,
Free of their leash.
I chase them up the street,
When I lose I stumble on.
When I win I grin ear to ear.
Pride never falters, it flows with finess.
It courses through your veins, strengthening you.
It challenges you to do your best.
you
little man of golden sand
you share my face my eyes my blood the tremble of my hand
To the love in my life, mi cultura querida:
You feel like Latin soul,
Baby let that music play,
Build me a home to hide in
To grow, to live and to die in
I’ve made my bed for me to lie in
Made of sewn cotton and pine
Couldn’t I just stay in limbo here?
The hands on the clock would disappear
It will be hard and there will be doubt but you don’t give up.
You are weak to the words of the wise around you and second-guess yourself.
Standing high upon the stage
Looking
At a million different people
Standing barefooted in the carpet
Looking
At my face in the mirror
Standing high upon the stage
Speaking
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK
Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands
Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions
We, are wild ones
Tears roll down my cheek.
They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert,
Whisking away the filth and barrenness,
Revealing the rich brown underneath.
Do you hate me, do hate me for whom I’m attracted to
Well, its not my fault, I was born this way
I can’t change it and I shouldn’t try
I’m gay and I accept who I am.
I had hated myself for so long
Sistah Sistah!
You better hold that head up high and never let that chin face the ground
Don't give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you down
Sistah Sistah!
The Animal inside has changed
Grown timid from the drugs
The light bearer gives once
You hold me close and say, "Don't fret.""It's okay, I will soon forget".I know the words are only in my mind,But somehow this connection we have; it speaks to me.
I must defeat this horrible pain
because in my heart it is a stain
I despise this whole it gets wider and wider
my veins spring out, like the legs of a spider
it sucks in all the truth in my heart
Don't waste my time
each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence
I cannot undo conversations
we've had.
I can't take back the things I've said.
Each millisecond it takes to breathe
she got hurt when she was 5 when she fell.
she was in her room alone,
pretending to be ruler of the skies
as she jumped off a cloud of comforters and pillows
onto a hard wooden floor where she slid and
there's a crackle over the loud speaker
and the bitter old woman bites out a
"Good Morning."
and it is good.
there's a heartbeat of silence
and the bitter old woman snaps out a
Of all the poisons on God's green Earth,
the worst doesn't recieve the recognition it's worth.
Though heroin destroys, my thought cannot subside,
that never has there been a worse poison than Pride.
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.
Yet my path grows my story will never change.
It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
Middle School
Fat Girl
head down, walking through the halls
no friends
Fat girl
shy girl
that girl with a book she's alwasy reading
quiet.
Fat girl
She cries every night
tears streaming down her face
She needs to be loved again
she's forgotten the taste.
I see them
I ignore them
I passed by them
I see you
Having a sign
"F*CK THE POOR"
I stand up
Saying that's not humane
Stating that he should help
Walking few blocks down
Growing up all I knew was poverty.
"Put that back!"
"We cannot afford that."
I come from a life where education was a scapgoat.
I come from hand-me-downs, and cheap shoes.
That whisper.
That whisper.
Distress.
Suppress.
That murmur.
That murmur.
Mortify.
Fortify.
That cry.
That cry.
Duress.
Redress.
It all started when I was just a thought in my mothers mind
A guessing game for the ages
I waited
Waited in the corners of my mothers heart
In the nutrient enriched darkness of uncertainty
Of care
These words are in my head
Shouting, begging to be released.
They have slowed but never ceased,
Weighing me down like lead.
I try to keep them inside
Tucked away in the dusty corners
Life changes in the blink of an eye
One day you're here
The next you're there
So what if that all changed
What if your dream came true?
The dream of owning a store
Rich green emeralds,
rich bright pearls,
blood red rubies on pale lace!
How rich she was,
Oh, Sarafina!
So many fine gems that she carried,
so much rich silk did she brandish!
I have never had sex
They judge me as a prude
It hurts my heart
Them being so rude
I want him to love me
But he won't for sure
He thinks me a tease
Easy to lure
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
You?
How true
Are you?
Are you lost?
In a faraway place
Where you conceal
Your true face
Oh what color?
Do you see
Yes
When you see me
Do you see blue?
Swallow your pride, boy.
Victory isn't real
in this world of yours.
Where the biggest loser
is the winner,
and the winners are the losers.
Think boy, think!
Why are you fighting?
Pride can be seen,
as a terrible thing;
It should not be held.
But what is pride?
And can it be good?
Pride is not only self absorb,
it is not only selfishness.
it does not only have to be,
Hey I'm as tough as a nail
My breath makes ships sail
My eyes shoot lasers
My voice destroys haters
When I snap the world quivers
When I wash my hair the city shivers
When I stomp a star shatters
It's red, staining the ground someplce I've never been
and never will go.
For me.
It's a sacrifice, a total giving of life
So I can keep mine.
I can breathe
Numerous years past, through our eyes, is the founding of our country, yet in perspective, just a few decades.
Adversity what does that word even mean
Does anyone know?
I think the last man to feel it
Open your eyes
Walk down the street,
Look around.
Look down at your feet,
Do you see it?
I am sensitive,
More delicate than
a Bleeding Heart.
Ice cold criticism
is my demise.
I resort to
witty remarks before
lashing out as
my last defense.
It’s my time
But I’m not ready.
My trigger finger's pretty steady,
But to end a life is another question-
Another answer answered by another question.
Everything is too vague.
Living life in the grey
You asked me what my name was.
I told you it was Jasmine S.
Then you asked me what the S stood for, and I couldn't think of what to say.
The elegance dripped from her body onto her toes, as if someone had taken and lifted her above and beyond my world.
Had draped beauty over her soft spoken words and slowly released all her pain until there was no more.
Pride was a notorious lover and womanizer. His life revolved around his constant involvement with women. Pride could woo a woman into submission and bring her to do his bidding.
There is this deepness,
Darknes,
Burning in me.
Begging me to give in.
Striving for approval,
Reaching for hope,
Wondering,
Waiting,
Just to be told.
You can't build success just on swag
That's like going school in a trash bag
You can't party all day sleep all night
You must work to your best just to make it right
Sure you can walk with that hint of sauce
Be my friend. Help me to my feet when life knocks me down. Hold me when the world makes me cry. Laugh at me when i trip over air. Be my friend. Be the one person that makes a difference in my life. Be the shoulder that I can cry on.
After everything we've been through
Everything we've seen
Our cries, battles, and wars
Our wins and our losses
This can't be the end, it can't be over.
The darkness consumed us and tore us apart
What a wonderful time;
For a wonderful change;
To celebrate America's;
Another coming of age.
Oh beautiful our country is;
Another year to renew;
United we stand;
Excuse me, can you repeat that?
I'm sorry. I didn't understand what you said.
All I hear is mumbling.
Sounds as though the world is a Charlie Brown cartoon.
Seems as if all I say is
They don’t wanna see me with you, they say I can do better
But what do they know?
Tellin me how to feel and how to love
At the end of the day nobody knows about this but US
Summer stars and fireworks
And watermelon rinds
It was on those sky-blue days
We had the best of times
She is a goddess.
With the smoothest cocoa skin and eyes that sparkle
like the Sun at its zenith.
A queen.
Her crown aglow with the glory of her pride and the powerful
stride in her feet.
You only write once,
that's the name of the game;
And in all actions in life,
all you have is your name.
So in all things that you do,
do it so that you're proud.
Because at the end of the day,
Can you understand the way?
Roll down the hill with the best of them?
The girls and guys who like each other.
The shame they feel when they walk down the hall.
Equality should be showcased.
Every day I fail
The end looks better and better
If only I could mail
All my problems away
Release a single breath
And be freed of all my sorrow
Pop a meager bubble
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
When did I start being fabulous?
The moment I was conceived.
That little lapse of time
when my father’s sperm
met my mother’s egg.
Picture yourself being on top of the world, winning every battle that has come to you with quick in easy fashion. Now with all that glory and fame you are defeated by someone who now has your spot, glory, and fame. What do you have in mind now?
It started very unexpectedly
A quake that hit Japan at two forty-three
At first the earth began to moan and grumble
And then the Rising Sun sank and crumbled
The buildings were like jelly in a bowl
Pride is poison
The degrading of
One's own soul
Breaking down defenses
And hollowing out our bones
Count your curses
How many do they number?
Seek your discomforts
Are they unbearable?
How so do we complain?
Lion Lion in the plain,Giant paws and golden mane,Licks his lips craving meat,Scans the plain for prey to eat.
AIDS is real
I hate condoms
Oh yes I know we want to feel every side of it
HIV doesn’t seem real when you are having the best feeling in the world
You don’t think about AIDS when you pay visit to the vagina
Safe upon the solid Rock, their ugly houses stand;
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Represent the loners
And the oddballs
The weird
And the off-key
The innocent
And the worldly.
The stupid and the silly.
Everyone wants to represent their homes
Their teams
To which are you referring
The lines that you are blurring
The hands unheld and the tears untouched
Hungry, hurting, hopeless
your hips could tell stories of lovers past before me.
of the mornings you lay
bare,
alone
in your bed with only the silence surrounding.
They said
The pains and woes of past plague,
Would Shape,
Would Define,
Would Make,
Us.
Before Frederick Douglass crossed the roads to freedom,
And showed his light shine bright
To those who speak with their hands,
Listen with their eyes,
And know with their hearts.
Their language and customs so foreign in our society,
Yet in passing,
They can blend in with the ordinary,
Pride;
It’s often seen as someone who loves attention.
People see it as someone who evokes nonsense.
Power;
The first thought that comes to mind is control;
Those with power are accused of always controlling.
Every time I try to speak, someone claims they can't hear me. I hear it often, SPEAK UP!
When these two words are spoken, I tend to talk softer.
They are broken, shaking, bitter and lost—
I know it well.
I have been standing in the dark
Shadowy corner of my cave,
Shivering in the mildewed enclosure.
I have scraped at these rocks
Pride and Glory
The most prized possession
The most pure and unique
It has its own worth
Pride is your own love
You value yourself
You do your best in everything
You look down on others
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
Cut me a red thread
Like the Chinese belief it will connect us.
Cut me an orange thread
To illustrate the bursts of love I first felt for you.
perfect as always
moved toward a blinding light
seek fast the individual
who knew perfection was so frail
blemished as always
so beautiful
all eyes on me
seek faster the the two
Just because they are gay, we shouldn't take our right to get married away.
Walking down the road, hand-in-hand with their loved ones does not affect anyone around them.
What is there to do when your whole culture has been uprooted and shunned
Identity relies on oral tradition and storytelling
because textbooks are too afraid to tell the truth.
Father give me the humble things
Take away my pride
For I am Your child Lord
And a part of Your Bride.
And pride has no place here.
Give me no duty that would exalt me high
No poem for people to view me by
Lord grant me all the humble things
The silly little humble things,
The things that no one else will see
And no one else will do.
Give me the least of these
And help, I humbly beg please
Sitting in class,
I am the last
To leave the room.
Taking my test
(I know I'm best)
Mustn't assume
Perfection's mine
(I'm doing fine,
Savoring now
Knowing all things)
The church stood on one side
The street on the other
And I was the illegitimate child
scorned to no acceptance
Bound to redefine the limit
that could not be reached
Forced to hide in the shadows
Life took his leave
Optimism stabbed me in the back
Perseverance didn't want to stay
and Pride just seemed lost.
all that was once whole
now laid in bits and pieces
damaged and near impossible to fix
I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what.
A fool amongst wise men.
A liar amongst the blind.
A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am.
And such was the day,
that America died,
when those who had served, fell, and protected
were shunned by those who they had defended..
Brothers and sisters, do you believe you are living the right way?
I don’t think so from the looks of the television, what I see on the internet and especially what I see on the streets,
I’m not judging because that my intention
Who are you to say I'm evil?
Who are you to say I have no morals?
Who are you to say we're wrong?
Who are you to preach your song?
Who are you to kick us down?
Who are you to call me clown?
Joking?
A man's courage is a product of a man's desire.
A man's strength is synonymous with long lasting fire.
To live and to love makes man want to inspire.
Because to live and to love makes a man soar even higher.
Sometimes it’s not the act that gets us.
It’s the reaction that hit us.
It’s the pain that we can’t explain.
Using solvents to erase our brains.
Going to and from not knowing which is which.
If my heart was singing
It'll crescendo lovely notes
Repeatedly singing
I want a sunday kindof love
So I don't mourn monday
Leave me broken on tuesday
Over thinking on wednesday
Our heritage
From our skin to our inner most features,
We have the deepest roots.
From the food we eat to the souls who cook it.
From the songs we sing,
To the music we dance to.
The world is putting pressure on me
I can’t hear, I can’t see
Time for myself is what I need
Some time to think clearly, clairvoyantly
To keep me above the tides, for some buoyancy
Listening to Beethoven’s 9th,
Hear the music dance,
Rise and the fall,
Stories he had to tell,
Losing his hearing,
Struggles he went through,
Pain he felt.
I know his pain.
I am not deaf,
I bear the weight of the sky on my shoulders,
The weight of the world, all alone.
My heavy thoughts press down
On my head just like boulders.
All I know is that I wanted her whole heartedly.
So entirely that I felt each ache deep within myself.
The sound of her voice washed over me—
like a little kid I watched in awe.
I knew that when I’d fall asleep, I’d only dream of you.
And of the Last rose I’d ever get from the man that loved me too.
And when the night is over, I wake up and I cry.
There you see, He comes a'knocking,
Wind is blowing, house a'rocking.
To know! To know what parcel He brings,
Would entice the greatest of kings.
His walk is strong, His stride is sure,
Be careful where you are stepping
It’s hard to see with your chin so high
And be careful not to look so deep
Into the blueness of the sky
Keep your mind on planet earth
Not in the chimera of your heroics
How does the world turn?
Do angel wings beat the air?
No! We make it move.
Surely you feel it;
The planet's strong heartbeat.
Giving us power.
How does the world turn?
Do angel wings beat the air?
No! We make it move.
Surely you feel it;
The planet's strong heartbeat.
Giving us power.
Deep inside is a tunnel of PRIDE,
I'd usually walk alone - even my shadow would hide.
Not concerned of what I did or what I said,
If I was WRONG - I kept that in my head.
But i've grown more,
Do not run.
Walk.
Do not yell.
Talk.
These somber expressions
They haunt me
my nights,
to make perfect impressions,
to have the right opinion,
the right clothes, the right smile,
I was appealed by your appearance
not gone lie i was intrigued by you
but could you keep me
played my cards right i had a full house
but i guess you held the out
roses left at my door step again
However, I was touch by an angel of strength,
I wandered through my emanate life as though
My praiseful mother, who placed me above her shoulder,
Never taught me more
I am her only, there is no other.
They done really did it now
They pushed us in a pit so deep that climbing out would only lead to chaos.
Got us believing that the trash holes called “Ghettos” are to be flaunted
and,
What happened to our joy and pride?
What gives us the idea and need to hide?
We used to be happy and love our culture
And focus on our highway to the future.
We all clapped when King said the words, "Free at last."
What is beauty?
Beauty is anorexic,
Perfectly arranged,
Smiles of plastic,
With eyes that couldn’t be colder.
(poems go here) I laid on her
like paper did to rock and suddenly we both refused to shoot out what exactly it is that sizer through our layers of mentally striped blue margins,
Those eyes we see
We walk down the isle
All I can have is a simple smile
I know all the hostility we create
It does no matter
I still have her
All LGBTYQ
We All Love You.
Holding hands
is not an easy thing to do.
It’s nerve-racking for the timid,
and even more so for the different.
Dear Pooh Bear,
I miss being with you in the Hundred Acre Woods,
the simplicity of pooh sticks,
visiting you after a long, exciting day,
and watching the stars float lazily past from the safety of your window.
Red, the color of passion
Red, the color of hate
Red, the color of pure blood
Red, the color of a curse
Outcasted by the world,
His body is my hearse
Abstinance to Prevent Teen Pregnancy
The practice of refraining from sexual activity for psychological, social or reasons religiously. Psychologically, you prevent the possibility of pregnancy, STDs, and extra responsibilities.
Think before you do it
Think before you risk everything
Yeah he’s cute
And he has a great smile
But think before you do it
There’s always a chance you will not be respected
When we climb off that pedestal that we so often erect in our honor...
When we pause to consider the convictions of those around us even when they conflict with our own...
