Confident
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I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun,
But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun,
But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
February born makes them one of a kind
They’re bold, fearless and extremely truthful
Often telling unpleasant truth on face than a lie
They’ve great ideas, and think outside the box
It's so insane to think that we can hear one word and allow it to change our whole mood,
And in many cases when you start to finally take care of yourself, people decide to tell you that you are being rude.
I know I’m beautiful.
The compliments are nice…
But not new.
Not meaningful.
Not unique.
You told me I was wearing a nice shirt-
Thoughts raced around my head
Caring how people judge the way I am
But the wasted energy was for me to only see
The best thing to do is just be me
it was blossom of spring
a spring in my step
a beautiful flower rising
up from the broken dirt
the blossoming of new
found and new born life
the life of a girl who used
What is a poem to you? Is it just words put together that happen to rhyme?
Is it words that discuss your history or what is occurring in the present time?
To me a poem is much more than words on a page
Heels on
Makeup done
Dress on
Picture posted
I'm here
Move out of the way
I'm gonna blow your mind
I'm gonna crush this tonight
Look out world
Here I come
Our relationship reflected a love song.
Full of laughter and joy.
Then you did me wrong.
You used me like a toy.
Played with me a while then let go.
We were young.
And now I'm here to let you know,
She's in a new world
Lonely girl, where are your parents?
A new area, so familiar but never explored
Adventure awaits those who seek it
She's taking the next step, just as useless as before
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…”
Ya keep callin'
Keep callin
I won't answer
To these lames
playin' games
I think they messed up
four years
four years of pain, confusion, and fear
four years
four years of anger, sorrow, and tears
four years you abused me
four years you used me
four years you destroyed me
A white feather fell on me as I walk to my office.
Once I enter the office, I felt a kiss on my cheek.
I looked back quickly and saw nothing.
I resume to work without thinking or telling that to my boss,
Today I saw the grass shake.
It was cold outside.
But so was I.
I was only shaking on the inside though.
I kept a cold exterior
That’s what made me strong...
…right?
This past year has made me more of who I want to be
I am more confident in my own skin
I have become more open with people
I find myself doing the things that make me a better person
I am not a poet.
You are not a poet.
I am a lost soul with an imagination that demands to be seen.
You are a creature looking for words that fill your aching void with a sense of
belonging.
I've never turned down a dare.
They call me fearless,
I don't tell them I cry most nights because of the unknown.
I do what I want when I want.
They call me bold,
I know now that I am not good enough for you.
You want always happy and always confident, but I am
rarely happy, and really confident.
I found that bending to be what you want only broke me, so I'm done bending for you.
"Just A Worldly Note" Here I stand in front of you, a natural body Something that was given to me by ancestors I am unfamiliar with As I twirl these labels that give you a confidence are thrown at me sending me into a endless loop of deteriorating
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
Am I artistic?Do I fit the description?Am I sufficient?Do you fux with it?This style I'm developingDo I have talent?Why am I asking?Rhetorical questioningThe third time around
I am worthy of something better.
I'll put this in bold letters.
I am worthy of a motherly love,
though that's something you cannot provide.
I am a kiss
I am the rain
the knot in my stomach when I step on stage
the words I pen with my own hand
and the rings on the table left behind
by my half-fnished mug of peppermint tea.
I am not perfect
I am not a champion
I am not above the world
But I am... Resilient
I am strong enough to weather the storms of life
I am able to overcome all that life throws my way
Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Beauty is being kind
Beauty is being lovig
Beauty is being compassionate
Beauty is being understanding
Beauty is being true
A pure and real self is who you are
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be
and don't have flawlwss skin.
My laugh is a little obnoxious,
but hey this is me.
I don't cake my face with makeup
to live up to the "beauty standard"
I have flaws.
I'm not as beautiful as I want to be.
You can see the unsightly pimple on my chin.
How are we supposed to move beyond yesterdayWhen we are not confident in tomorrow?How can one moment you be so sure...and the next time feel borrowed?How can all the joy we found, be remembered now as sorrowed?How can time go on long enough for...
My life has never been perfect
but what is perfection?
Is perfection when you're always happy
I am a ripple
on a calm still lake
i am a pimple
on a perfect face
i am imperfection
in a perfect world
i am the insecurity
in a beautiful girl.
but i am me
never anyone else
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
You were a bird
Free, fragile
He was a vulture
Cruel, devious
You were a storm
Somber, dark
It seems that all this timeThe odds have been stackedAll around and above meStabbing at what I lacked
Have pure confidence
Walk tall and strong
Speak up against negativity
Sing regardless; just most according to my feelings
Love past blemishes and
Give past pain I feel, no matter who gave it to me
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed
There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become
The crazy twirl that destincts
Who she is
The girl I was years ago is gone
When the term "Hearty Chuckle" comes to mind
One might think of a large lumberjack eating a pork rind
Although you can clearly see my physical beauty; well most you…..some of you might.
But real gentlemen say my best features and sensational beauty is out of sight!
I am strong
independent,
and willing.
I have so many good things about me that make me "flawless" but
but im not flawless.
"You're so rough,
The way you speak,
The way you hold yourself."
I am not soft and sweet,
lipgloss and gossamer,
lace and vanilla.
No, I am not.
A woman so amazing, Perfect in every way, With such a beautiful smile, That can lighten up any man
It's not in the way that her hair shines
on a bright sunny day
It's not in the way her body curves
or even how much she weighs
And it's not in the way she dresses herself
Or even the the things she may say
Adrenalized optimist, exhausted of strivingThrive to exist, fire lit survivingBecause working my light dim waists meThese Ray-Bans I’m behind don’t say embrace me
“You walk funny.”
These words have plagued my school experience.
No one knows the reason behind this walk,
They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
Who defines beauty?
And where did they get their degree?
Why is it that the "perfect body" evolves with each new, passing trend?
Is it a deeply rooted, primal need to fit in?
I am flawless.
I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless.
My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless.
From being in my presence.
I run this, yes G-town.
No don't be scared cause you see this crown.
I'm bossed up with confiedence.
So intelligent, you look pass my radiance.
I'm so knowlegeable, it'll make you feel dumb
My flaws make me flawless
My failures push me to suceed
The struggles I endure
The long nights I sat and watched my wrist bleed
All my flaws pushed me to proceed
On to something better
Don't hide beneath the make-up, embrace the beauty that is natural. The bumps arising that I pop, creating all these dark spots.
I don’t bow down
I stand up straight and proud
Some say it’s an ego
Some call me a diva
Ring the alarm because I don’t care if what I will please ya
I’m a girl on a mission
Girl with a mind
I am not perfect but flawless, yes.
I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress.
I am a woman with muscle on her bones.
I am the queen of many thrones.
I smile and yet I hide my pain.
Why am I kickass?
My grades are quite high,
for me the girls would die,
I've got luscious brown hair,
when you're older you'll care,
I jump high for my heighth
also, I'm white.
I think I am beautiful,
In a different sort of way.
I always keep them laughing,
And they just want me to stay.
My face is something of my own,
One alike you'll never see.
Freak
by: Sophia vazquez
They call me a freak
Every word against me, my anger rises to the peak.
The beauty of love,
Is that it cannot be sought,
It cannot be tracked,
It can only be found,
Sometimes in the most unlikely of places
I'm no Barbie.But I Thought I Should be.Compared myselfTo girls of the Barbie standard.Hurt myselfThinking all about'perfection'.
This is my peom about how I feel, I never realized how hard itd be to peel,
back all the visual standards to better reveal.
My inner desires, thoughts turning my wheel.
Well here I am, and this is what I'll say,
Im not afraid to show it, I dont care if people know it. I love myself.
Ive taught myself to think it, I live, breathe, drink it. I love myself.
Mirrors use to make me cry, now I dont even have to try. I love myself.
Dear Artists,
We all have 3 common grounds of expressions
I.
One common idea to keep our feets grounded while the rest of our heads wandering in the universe
Because we artists are the universe
Why does the wind blow on the other side?
Feeling as if I'm trapped in my own of forgetfullness
Writing you this poem reflects my lovemakes you doubt, it’s hard to concealAccused to things that’s hard to dealso please erase the doubts above. Trust is like freeing a dove
Why So Much Hate?
Why so much hate?
With the shoes he wear
The pants he loves
The shirt he adore for
Why So Much Hate?
Why so much hate?
With the shoes he wear
The pants he loves
The shirt he adore for
When you read my words
maybe you’ll feel my happiness
and you’ll remember the night
when we talked for hours
with no curfew to stop us.
It was lovely,
but you weren’t really there.
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It can be hard to stop and think about the man behind the curtain.the one thats truly hurtingThe one thats not deservingYou can never be confident with the one behind the curtain.
When life begins
And we start to look for who we are in the world
we create ourselves
this distorted image of perfection
that society created for us
Did you ever really care
Or I am an element forgotten like air.
Did you ever claim me as yours
Today I fight my inner demons.
I stand tall and strong, and face up to them.
I look them in the eye, and say clear, concise, and confidently,
"You can't control me."
Let's introduce the world
to a very sexy girl,
who lights the room up
and likes to start a ruckus.
I stand in front of this mirrorI rub my eyes to try and see clearerI stare at this reflection
Elementary school,
When's nap time? Is it my turn to bring snack?
Yayyyy, I can see my friends! Recess time! It's Friday, no homework!
Be Yourself
There’s only one thing I can tell you, Sis—
Be yourself.
But be yourself in Christ.
You are a temple, a glorious dwelling,
When I'm on my poetry flow
You should already know
I come five times harder
Than the rhymers that show
Nothing more
Than a few love words
My lyrical ability is more complicated than two love birds
