How freeing it would be to feel pretty.
To have vanity written all over me.
To look my worst and feel my best,
To keep my eyes open when I'm undressed.
To never have my confidence put to the test.
How freeing it must be to have been so blessed.
But instead,
Taking a shower is something I dread.
And looking in the mirror I cry so loud I cant hear the voice in my head.
And I think about how I have to be pretty even if it leaves me dead.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Sometimes you pull me on your lap and kiss my face.
And every time I worry that your little legs will break.
And for ***** sake,
stop touching my stomach ... I dont know how much more of this I can take.
My biggest fear
Is that one day my boyfriend won't be able to pick me up.
That he'll break up with me because my weight is too much
and he's had enough...
So I don't eat enough.
It's kind of ****** up.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
I love you... In a different kind of way,
In a "you before me" kind of way.
In a "what do you need?" kind of way.
I love you,
in a "you don't even have to speak" kind of way.
In An "I'll never leave" kind of way.
I love you
In a "calm down just breathe" kind of way.
In a "I'll massage your feet." kind of way.
In a "you can have my seat." kind of way.
I love you in a new kind of way.
In a "I'm vulnerable but I trust you" kind of way.
And an "I know you love me" kind of way.
I Love you in an "I was blind but now I see" kind of way.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
I love her.
No not ******** worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
When we all hold hands
and peacefully sing kumbaya,
it's not real.
it doesn't heal our open wounds
it doesn't fix our broken pieces.
it allows us to glue instead of repair.
to ignore the ugly.
We are beautiful only
When we walk as a pack
like wolves
chest held out,
heads held high.
When we lock arms
and march en masse.
inviting people of any
race,sexuality or social class.
chanting,”all are welcome love is fair’
We are safe when the laughter rises up
and the gunshots die down.
when we heal as one
and mentally expand in unison.
Oakland is safe only when we unite.
when we fall down but get back up.
when we put band aids to our wounds.
When we take our broken parts to the shop,
we are strong.
it makes our waters run more smoothly
and our hearts more understanding.
We are safe only when we allow ourselves to be beautiful
when we take every step together
when all are welcome,
love is fair.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
You...
Make it hard for me to think straight .
When you touch me...
I can't remember my own name .
When I am asked who I am,
I tell them "Hi, nice to meet you, I'm his".
And every time you lace your hands in mine,
the euphoria of your love fills me from the inside.
Your lips dancing with those of my own
***** away all of the sadness I'd had tucked In the depths of my belly.
I imagine a life without you,
and forget why it is I need to breathe.
And I'm sorry,
that when we're alone, all I want you to do is hold me.
And I'm sorry that I'm so clumsy,
but it's only because my mind is so preoccupied with your eyes,
And you make my head all ****** up,
but truth is... I can't seem to get enough
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
I remember the day Oscar Grant was murdered...
News casters surrounded my neighborhood,
Oakland's very own Fruitvale Bart had made the headlines.
Every morning I watched the 7:00 news,
My 7 year old brain So confused as to why the black man was being beaten by the White man
I was so young but I understood,
"Mr. Grant was not armed"
I understood,
"Grant did every thing he could to comply"
I understood,
"Please just let me go, I have a daughter"
I understood...
That his Black face was created to hate.
I understood,
That he was just another tale of the young black Man.
his story now told by his mother,
"He was a good boy"
"He ain't never did nothin' to nobody"
"He was taken away from his child, now she has to grow up without a father."
Now, his mother has to live on without a son.
Now,His sisters have to keep living without their brother.
Now, his girlfriend has to live with out the love of her life
Now, I cannot stand In Fruitvale Bart without thinking about the Black man who lost his life to the white mans Power trip...
Without looking at my black hands
Without getting on my black knees
And praying, "God please...
Lay your protecting hands on my brothers,
On my uncles,
On my grandfather,
On my father."
God please,
Let him comply when the white man pulls out his gun
when the white man says "get on your knees"
when the white man says "hands up or I'll shoot"
Let my black brother live,
God Please.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
Remember when you found the faulty brick in my
walls?
You pulled it out and watched the guards I put up tumble and
fall.
I was mad but you knew that I would get over it
all.
I drew a circle around my self and I curled into a
ball.
Pushed you so far away I no longer hear you
call.
But some how... you found your way back to
me.
You led me out of my comfort zone and showed me all there was to
see.
You kissed my forehead and told me never again would I be
alone.
You wrapped you arms around me and I knew you were my new
home.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
I didn't know that it would last that long.
8 months and 3 days
I don't understand where we went wrong.
We were toxic
But baby YOU were my favorite song
And every time I heard you I couldn't help but sing along.
The smell of your skin implanted itself in my mind
I craved your lips...
they were completely pristine.
But at some point I became allergic to your flavor.
The taste of your love, something I could no longer saver.
We were toxic with each other, always on our worst behavior.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC