Category: Poetry
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When It Feels like It’s Too Much
Days when it feels like it’s too much Days I do t want to get out of bed Put on clean clothes; breakfast Some kind of self care Rendering my state of fear Generally state of hopelessness So far deep inside I’ll isolate On those day During those weeks Enduring those months Fighting tooth and…
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My Skin Is Brown & They Still Hate It
Think about it.The reason racism exists is because we actually matter. I mean,We’re hated because of our…Skin colorBeautyIntelligenceExistence This skin has a costAnd it’s greatThey want what we haveBut when it’s time to payYou all run scared Our skin is brownAnd no wonder why they fear us My skin is brownThis causes us to be…
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Spoken Word, Don’t Destroy My Work
I originally written this back on April 12th, 2013. To the person reading this poemTo person hovering over this with their eyes and a penWaiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:Stop it.Don’t Patronize me.I did not slave over life with hammer and anvilShaping my goals into a masterpiece.I didn’t paint…
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What They Call Perfection, Is Really Not
They call it perfectionTrying to strive and live up to others expectations.Magazines showing size 0.Thinking we’re bigger than we really are.Why is body image so important?It makes a person feel small.Thin figures and thigh gaps.That’s perfection?It is like taking a pair of scissors to invisible fat.Shaving away the imperfections.Cannot look in the mirror without changing.Changing…
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I’m Just Human
I’m not beautiful.I’m not sexy.I’m not cute not pretty.I’m just human.With multiple flaws and very high expectations.Nothing too series just don’t lie to me.Been through a world wind of emotional pain.I’m invisible to want society perceives woman.I am just human. Destined to be alone and no one to call my own.It can not all be…