lolo_skai - Hello Poetry

What if we could mend our own hearts And closure was nothing but a ***** call What if royalty was a personality trait And we were born with our actual crowns What if we had solid ground for our feet And we had wings for hands What if we could visit the ones we've lost And grace was felt only by those left behind What if we could cut small talk at bus stops And our children inherited only our intentions. What if we could build our own borders And raise our own daughters What if we could own our own thoughts And dreaming was a form of time travel. What if parties were meant for the broken And being young was for the brave. What if love meant honesty without ultimatums And **** it..what if you called me back!

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC

What If

What if we could mend our own hearts And closure was nothing but a ***** call What if royalty was a personality trait And we were born with our actual crowns What if we had solid ground for our feet And we had wings for hands What if we could visit the ones we've lost And grace was felt only by those left behind What if we could cut small talk at bus stops And our children inherited only our intentions. What if we could build our own borders And raise our own daughters What if we could own our own thoughts And dreaming was a form of time travel. What if parties were meant for the broken And being young was for the brave. What if love meant honesty without ultimatums And **** it..what if you called me back!

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Ive learnt not to trust my own smile. Ive learnt to make it my camouflage Slippin in and out of paper thin sarcasm, Feeling Cold in my own skin. I laugh at my own pretences. Its the only way to feel normal. To feel something. Anxious. My body is borrowed. There is no right way of doing anything. I beat myself up about what comebacks i should've used. What i shouldve said. How i should've acted.. Anxious. Paper thin. ***** face is the new rest face. On guard 24/7.

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC

Numb

Ive learnt not to trust my own smile. Ive learnt to make it my camouflage Slippin in and out of paper thin sarcasm, Feeling Cold in my own skin. I laugh at my own pretences. Its the only way to feel normal. To feel something. Anxious. My body is borrowed. There is no right way of doing anything. I beat myself up about what comebacks i should've used. What i shouldve said. How i should've acted.. Anxious. Paper thin. ***** face is the new rest face. On guard 24/7.

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She sat at the edge of her well-beaded cansi throne looking out to the joyous crowd that had gathered around the alter of her fears this was it. This was the day. This was her day- they said. Clutching onto her inherited bouquet of plastic flowers She tries to swallow down the rising well of her tired tears and the hunger of her robbed childhood. They dress her. They pin lace and red satin bows around her 14 yr-old waist as she reminisces.. The rings of sand around her ankles.. Playing mindlessly underneath the autumn sun. This was the life she knew.. Instead she is forced to think of tonight. Tonight he will break the ridges of her innocence with the same fists that taught our daughters how to keep their mouths shut With the same hands he will tuck away the gift of her young silhouette underneath his corner table This is not the life she chose. She knows nothing about bearing a generation for a man 3 times her age She knows nothing of the smirk on his face as he welcomes his guests.. This was his wedding after all..and she was just his prize..

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC

Stolen

She sat at the edge of her well-beaded cansi throne looking out to the joyous crowd that had gathered around the alter of her fears this was it. This was the day. This was her day- they said. Clutching onto her inherited bouquet of plastic flowers She tries to swallow down the rising well of her tired tears and the hunger of her robbed childhood. They dress her. They pin lace and red satin bows around her 14 yr-old waist as she reminisces.. The rings of sand around her ankles.. Playing mindlessly underneath the autumn sun. This was the life she knew.. Instead she is forced to think of tonight. Tonight he will break the ridges of her innocence with the same fists that taught our daughters how to keep their mouths shut With the same hands he will tuck away the gift of her young silhouette underneath his corner table This is not the life she chose. She knows nothing about bearing a generation for a man 3 times her age She knows nothing of the smirk on his face as he welcomes his guests.. This was his wedding after all..and she was just his prize..

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"Where you goin' mabhebheza!? lemme put a ring on that *** yo!" Streets are named after me, After my disobedient tongue, my rough edges and ***** skin, They call after me They mimic my mother's voice And lure me into an alley no-one will walk through alone. Sometimes I am that alley. Sometimes I am the rose and the grave. Sometimes I am the war-zone and the home. I guess it depends on who's listening..

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC

Cat Calls

"Where you goin' mabhebheza!? lemme put a ring on that *** yo!" Streets are named after me, After my disobedient tongue, my rough edges and ***** skin, They call after me They mimic my mother's voice And lure me into an alley no-one will walk through alone. Sometimes I am that alley. Sometimes I am the rose and the grave. Sometimes I am the war-zone and the home. I guess it depends on who's listening..

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My skin is a platter of fruit, He picks at my vines like Sunday dinner leftovers, Hes always been a generous man, This whole house is plastered with his fingertips, his forearms, his fists He hangs my self esteem over the lounge chandelier, locks my tongue away in his corner cabinet..well, Its for my own good he says, and you and I both know he knows best.. So you wanna know how i got these scars? Crimson eyes meet purple fists on most days, Guess you can say we have a Colourful Life.

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC

A Colourful Life

My skin is a platter of fruit, He picks at my vines like Sunday dinner leftovers, Hes always been a generous man, This whole house is plastered with his fingertips, his forearms, his fists He hangs my self esteem over the lounge chandelier, locks my tongue away in his corner cabinet..well, Its for my own good he says, and you and I both know he knows best.. So you wanna know how i got these scars? Crimson eyes meet purple fists on most days, Guess you can say we have a Colourful Life.

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Lets pretend we are happy. The golden sun rays are bouncing off the sidewalks the children are playing hopscotch on those side walks, carrying red balloons in their laughter and brightly coloured rainbows are painted across their faces. Lets pretend the weather isn't changing. lets pretend it isn't raining lets pretend, the cold raindrops are not seeping into the cracks in the sidewalks and the hooded men, are just passing by.. lets pretend that seasons change and the cold glances I get from the neighbours barred windows are only temporary lets pretend that babies are not born everyday lets pretend the do not have to carve themselves out into a world full of wishful thinking and the amount of sun in their skin determines their fortune lets pretend we arnt the ones carving that future into them lets pretend that bodies dont walk for miles and miles bounded in chains lets pretend bodies were not trained to be targets for dogs lets pretend bodies don't hang, bodies don't float bodies don't die in vain lets pretend its all forgotten no stories told no lessons learnt just a casual poem.

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC

Lets Pretend

Lets pretend we are happy. The golden sun rays are bouncing off the sidewalks the children are playing hopscotch on those side walks, carrying red balloons in their laughter and brightly coloured rainbows are painted across their faces. Lets pretend the weather isn't changing. lets pretend it isn't raining lets pretend, the cold raindrops are not seeping into the cracks in the sidewalks and the hooded men, are just passing by.. lets pretend that seasons change and the cold glances I get from the neighbours barred windows are only temporary lets pretend that babies are not born everyday lets pretend the do not have to carve themselves out into a world full of wishful thinking and the amount of sun in their skin determines their fortune lets pretend we arnt the ones carving that future into them lets pretend that bodies dont walk for miles and miles bounded in chains lets pretend bodies were not trained to be targets for dogs lets pretend bodies don't hang, bodies don't float bodies don't die in vain lets pretend its all forgotten no stories told no lessons learnt just a casual poem.

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