a wonderful black woman told me recently
that a woman's silence can be potent
it reminded me of how
everyday actions by oppressed people
are so often defiance
to defy is to challenge, to do something considered impossible; to confront with assured power of resistance
and isn't that what i do?
i am not supposed to be so much,
everytime i smile
i am proving that i am happy
i am not supposed to be happy
i have so much to be sad about
but look at me
full of sun anyway
full of light anyway
i am supposed to be angry all the time
watch me love
watch me grieve
you do not want this multifaceted version of me
it is too much like you
you have found a similarity
does it scare you to know i am human?
good.
be scared.
because i will continue to defy every single thing
you think of me
i will be the unexpected.
no one will know how to handle me.
it will be beautiful.
it is beautiful
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
At the end of the day
I will feel good in my own skin
At the end of the day
I will be satisfied with who I am
At the end of the day
I will have survived another disaster
At the end of the day
I will look to myself and matter
At the end of the day
Im going to be okay
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
1. We are critical.
We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.
2. We are never satisfied.
We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.
3. We never forget.
We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.
4. We are fickle.
Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.
5. We are exposed.
We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.
6. We are vulnerable.
We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.
7. We will never stop.
We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.
We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
The dark side of the moon looks like an abandoned child...
Craters and dust, left alone in the wild.
*The dark side of the moon looks like
a single mother with bruises on her face...*
**And a motherless child
lost out in space.**
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
I.
because I'd rather be sad in this small dark place and blame it on the dark,
than be sad out in the world and have nothing to blame but myself
II.
because I can't remember any other feeling
III.
because maybe recovery isn't for me
IV.
because maybe okay isn't for me
V.
because maybe happy isn't for me
VI.
maybe it never was
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Flowers sprouted from my body
and their thorns
dug into me
leaving storms
on my mind
and red petals lined
by my thighs
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
60, 59,
the countdown has begun;
55, 54,
2015 was anything but fun.
50, 49,
alone on New Years Eve, as usual;
45, 44,
my desire to be loved; immovable.
40, 39,
i've had countless brushes with death
35, 34,
and it's like feelings of nostalgia are ****** in with every breath.
30, 29,
no family present on this miserable day,
25, 24,
all alone; make way as the unloved fade away.
20, 19,
i hope next year will be better;
15, 14,
that is, if i last until then.
10, 9,
i suppose it's crazy that in a few seconds,
something 365 days long,
will be over
5, 4,
oh please don't let this be the end...
3,
2,
1,
...
i am alive.
happy new year
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
.
*•
fes-
tooned
against the
canvas of night
•your efforts would
reach but it's just too far•you twinkle the hardest...despite•
being crowded by the other stars•at times i see you
faltering dim•you fight to conserve what
fuel you've left to burn•as you
feel the encroaching void from uni-
verse's rim•keep twinkling for only
time...will tell what's
left t- o learn•
• •*
.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Don't be a part of my life.
Be my life .
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC