I was crippled
because I refused
to let a single
that had long since become chapped.
I was rude
the molds of society
where I was labeled
But then I met you
and I blossomed
all of a sudden
I was beautiful
and everyone liked me
and I was kind
but then you had to go away
and I became ugly once more
You are bong hits
that leave me breathless
spinning in colors
while we lay in your bed,
you are a slap to my face
with stinging red remnants
flashing across my cheek,
you are a borrowed orange
toothbrush leaving icy breath
on my tongue,
you are walks around this
shitty neighborhood pointing out
the secret beauty in me.
you are hips wiggling
to blasting music
on early mornings,
giggling across my
cheeks, nose, lips.
You are the library
with your thin rimmed glasses
and stupid latin flashcards,
you are scraped knees
and fresh tears because
you would never help me
walk down the stairs,
you are shitty rum
drunkenly challenging me
to go shot for shot
at 3 in the morning.
you are shaking fingers
angry, jealous, afraid.
You are soft snores and
bitten lips, thrown phones
and ugly screamed names.
a shattered window, an unopened
jar of peanut butter.
you are brand new
gray sheets, bodies drenched
in laughter and sweat,
an old flannel shirt,
a broken chair.
you are the things you're
afraid to tell me, the things
I see in your eyes.
you are honest in
the lies that you tell me and sweet
with your terribly harsh words.
you are a mess, a
completely confusing, competitive
how I love
I'm not proud
I'm not proud to be black
I wanted to be born white
I want my hair permanent straight
without relaxer or hot combing.
I can't be white I want to be lighter skinned.
I want my skin bleached and
I want to be lighter brown like white men like.
I want blue eyes
I want green eyes
I want to be pretty no ugly
I want contacts and hate my glasses.
I hate me and want to be white
I wish I wish I wish but wish
HAHAHA! A shaqila that is me and I don't like me. HAHAHA!
Hate my dumb glasses and my ass getting fat.
Hate being called ugly though it's true.
Hate not getting a white man to screw.
What does it take to get me a rich white man?
I kiss and I slurp face I will screw and screw white men.
How do you like my new account I am FUCK YOU POETRY COMPUTER ?
I like being a bitch suits my 30 personalities.
First - person is not borrowing she's stealing poems.
Second - person stealing poems needs to get a fucking life.
Third - see first and second
Fourth - she is a lonely pathetic troll
She makes all your race look dumb like her the ugly dumb bitch
ha ha ha i is too dumb to rite my own
ha ha ha i is a dumb ugly dark black lazy woman
who steals poems got nothing better to do
come on you know its true
i is dumb i is dumb i is dumb
beauty is rare
and when I see it I feel like it's unfair
for me to look the way I do
and see how beautiful every other girl is.
I just want to be like them.
pretty eyes and soft skin.
long hair and pink lips.
skinny bodies and nice clothes.
I just want to be like them.
It's wonderful and sickening
that I can almost sense you here
in this black hole that couldn't lead to
anything but the disaster that I've learned to
expect every time I give in to the idea
of running my fingers through your hair
and pretending your stomach is pressed against mine
with your arms locking me in place
your lips on my neck
and our legs intertwined.
But when I reach my hands in this
darkness that I can't seem to escape,
I swear your fingertips are outlined
against my own,
veins caressing veins,
skin electrifying skin,
and your heart beating in time
with my own is the only thing
that's keeping me alive
You're within reach
And I just can't resist.
to trust these hallucinations.
But you're already in my bloodstream
And as with any time blood is spilled,
this is going to get ugly.
But She didnt went and left us for no reason.
She knew she was missing out something.
And she felt it in her veins, in her deep brain connections,
she felt it calling, something was trying to escape, ripping off the skin of the tips of her toes.
And She went after the rabbit, and she trusted the rabbit, although she could see him fading away, although she knew all this vision were just a metaphor for her deep desire to leave all the pain she carried in her heart.
She had no clue of a solution of any kind.
This world that they said being ruled by the intellect, the reason, the sagacity, the wisdom, was after all nothing more than an ugly play taking place on the roof of the finest of all the theater halls.
So she decided to leave it all behind. She decided that was better to be just a witness of this shameless decadent staging they called "Life".
So she left... perhaps to never come back.
Each letter typed with emphasis, aggression, and flowing lyricism!
Dab the towel in soaking wraith and smelly faithful hatred!
Use THE syllable CON-tract for without it we've been doomed
Bring forth the lights and sounds into living-room-reality, FULL OF STARS AND ESCAPEES!
Faster, faster, faster, faster! This is ugly poetry. Bubbling from the nostrils of the seas COMBINE!
Spurting spirit and saline souls and gaping holes all without the inclination or implication of the hereby too cute to put on television!
Rhyme now or allow the furrowing brow to narrow the growl into pinpoint anoint!
Make it stupid and lucid so to push it through the suffering new and deadly few!
Terrible practice of sense un-make ill-conceived fake words aren't my specialty.
Quiet now, no sound, just gentle music, jazzy yet ex-peri-mental.
Words in formal lines marching to their next food product.
A-GAAAIIIINNNNNN! I hear the crash of cymbals in my ears and erratic guitar noises and collectively profound inspiration.
Oh, right, where have I gone?