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How do you feel,
When you witness demise?
How do you deal,
Without effort to try?
How do you see,
When you're dead, so blind?
Who can I be,
So dead inside?
How can you say,
For awhile I've been down
I hadn't smilied, always a frown
I had been depressed
My life's a mess, super stressed
Used to slit my wrists
But now I'm balling up my fists
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin
I am night before the days begin
I am terra cotta heart
I am stories yet to start
I am bones of solid gold
I am young, but I am old
I am war yet to be won
I am Black
A race named after the richness of skin
A race deemed unclean
And for centuries; believed so
What does it mean to be Black?
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
I want to create
BE
Become the current
Ethereal reality
No authentic fakery
Forget time spent
Live in dreams
Read in books
So in reach
I want to act
DO
Often I will find my self thinking how wonderful it would be
to take quick nap in my car in between my morning classes.
How I would like nothing more than to go swimming in a large mug of coffee
Metaphorically I am a simile,
like an allusion,
I AM an oxymoron,
a flagrant euphemism,
a hyperbolic faux-pas,
so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
I am a teenage girl
I am silly and helping
I am friendly and outgoing
I am music
I may be young
I may be old
I am somebody
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
i am a girl.
i'm not just a simple girl. not your girl-next-door.
i'm not the popular girl that has girls and guys
on their knees just to be
seen by.
I am water.
I am fire.
I am earth.
I am air.
I am what the world around me bears
Two Hydrogen, One Oxygen
any standing structure, they throw on gas
setting it ablaze and melting the brass
on fear and freedom these fires do insist
and further the plight of the anarchist
collapsing On top and rising below
My reflection is in my eyes
And in my hands
They are always moving
Trying to find an abode
Trying to find a cause
Looking upon the distant faces
With no color to define them
Am I a Man
Am I honest
Am I emotional
Am I young
Am I human
Am I alone
Am I free
Am I home
Am I wise
Am I ready
Am I loving
Am I suporting
Am I helpful
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
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You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
Would a filter be typing?
Would a filter mean no erasing?
Does that mean I can't correct my grammar?
I'm going to give you the realest me there is, no bullsh*t.
Well, to begin, my appearance.
Being told I am not enough
I get hurt because I care too much
I turn to things that help me up.
The art of makeup makes me forget who I was
I got myself a new identity since I cannot go back to what I was.
What you see before you is not what I see in the mirror. For the mirror knows the true person who always hides behind the mask. Tell me, is it true that the most common mask we put on every day is a smiling face?
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
I am a woman of faith,
I am a woman of my word,
I am a woman who once settled for less and was unheard.
I am a woman who thought love found me,
I am a woman who gave love my all,
What will be when I am gone?
I think this question, thinking I’ll go on
But for all I know, I could die tomorrow
Then, would my loved ones grieve in sorrow?
I was introduced to poetry 7th grade.
I started to understand the concept: releasing.
I write because it is an outlet for my frustration.
I am bound in new white pages,
I am read throughout the ages.
I am old and I am new,
I am false and I am true.
I am past, present, and future,
I am modern and old culture.
I am the hero and the villain,
"Who are you?"
Are you the super sweet one
that everyone seems to know so well
Or maybe the one thats so swift to get angry
And begin to yell
Or are you the one
That's slowly sinking into sadness
This
Is who I am,
Feelings
You cannot find
With five senses.
Feelings,
Of the worlds pain
As my own.
This
Is me
In a much greater place
Than thee.
So great,
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter?
In Youth, is It serious truth?
Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious.
But Observe! Another undefined curve!
For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
Sometimes I feel lost in the dark
But I can hide it with a smile
And wait for the stars
Before reaching high
Challenges. My plans are like fogged glass
And nothing is new
I am a charismatic girl, with big goals and aspirations
I wonder where I will be in about 5 years from now
I hear encouraging words from the angels watching over me in heaven
I am a misunderstood girl,
who want to be loved.
I wonder if i'll ever find it.
I hear love songs and feel that
inevitable sense of lose.
I see lovers all around me,
but i hide away from them
