There's so many reasons for why not to smile
First, there's a man out there with no home
His world is quiet-colored and filled with trials.
Second, there's women with no freedom
Filling the roles as victims of delight.
There's spirits filled with pride
Greeted by hatred and tyrant crocodiles.
There's men with broken and quiet feelings,
That society has convinced us are good dealings.
Third, there's millionaires with so much money
But not enough to buy them happiness.
Now if you listen closely
Closely enough.
I'll tell you what you need to know about
Smiling.
I saw a lonely girl once, contemplating her existence.
I saw her standing there, aware of the load she bears.
Her eyes were weary and bright.
She looked down with the intention to cry.
I am I,
Lost as a light during the night.
I am I,
Who was blessed with a smile that could convince you of anything.
Smile.
Because nothing is perfect, and that's perfectly okay.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Before you came and rescued me from self-destruction
I was once confused and naive
Believing lies and making up truths, all examples of make-believe
I was desperate to feel something other than betrayal
Desperate to fall in love, and to create my happiness
When things fell apart, I convinced myself I was blameful
When oceans formed on my cheeks that night, I realized his ungratefulness
I had given so much of me
So much time had past
So many secrets buried in our hearts
Yet I was the one who felt empty
Watching him with all his sweethearts
Leading me on with empty promises and fake joy
How could my heart be this damaged by this boy
Suddenly everything else made sense
Like puzzle pieces coming together
His true colors came to light and revealed all the nonsense
Finally, I blamed myself the most.
Ignoring red flags and making up excuses
Convincing myself he was perfect to my friends
Even though I felt bruises in my heart
I was smarter than this
I thought I was falling in love
Really, I was just falling.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
I woke up this morning
To the sign of the times
Wondering where it all went
As none of this I recognize
Why do the best of all memories
Have to grow old
As years of tears have cleared the dust
From off my country road
Nothing's now simple
As it used to be
The world in which I once lived
Has moved to the South side of mean
Cold winds have brought a chill
To all I used to know
Blowing the dust off
Of my country road
There's no way to go back
But I still swim in the pond of my dreams
Diving into simpler times
Wading through serene scenes
It didn't happen all the sudden
So it never really showed
Until all the dust came up missing
From my country road
I sometimes catch slight glimpses
If you know what I mean
As I blink back the tears
From the space in-between
Would things have been different
If I would have been shown
What lay beneath
The dust of my country road
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
i no longer pray for forgiveness.
i pray for growth.
and for me
that is enough.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
For the years I’ve been alive
How am I just now seeing the truth
Did I deny simply because I was terrified
Why didn’t I notice it sooner
Why are so many who look like me dying for senseless reasons
Did that cop forget to protect and serve
That American was screaming for an important reason
Is it red, white, and blue
And everything that makes our nation seem less wrong
And more right
Or has it been Black vs. White
This whole time
Was I shielding my eyes from the truth
From the terrifying fact that
Murderers have left this nation in pieces
But despite their weapons of discrimination
We must continue to fight
For a simple reason
That reason being why I was growled at
Like an animal as I held the door freely
For those my ancestors hid from
Why a little girl was taught to hate me
Simply because her parents believed my skin should be corrected
Why a customer felt the urge to get a confirmation from me
That she wasn’t another racist
Don’t they know I’m not a disease
I don’t need a cure
My skin is my skin
If you cut me open
You will see my blood is also red
And my heart beats like your own
And every beat matches hundreds of unspoken words
That carry a devotion to love, justice, and equality
Or as I would like to say
Red, white, and blue
Those who look like me have become an
Us
And those with lighter skin, and brighter eyes
And everyone else like them are all categorized into
They
Don’t they know that there is no us and they
It’s we the people
Not they the people
And for those who still mock my skin
For those who believe there’s a correction
For those who growl and shout at me
Know that my complexion is everything worthy of perfection
My Blackness will forever be louder
And all because
They
Will never know that when I am cut open
My blood bleeds
Red, white, and blue
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Stop in the name of love
Recall a time you were in the state of tranquility
Where life was less depressing
And compassion swallowed hatred
Where equality wasn't an idea
Rather, a way of life.
Accept people for who they are
How they treat you
Not who they love.
Stop discrimination
Stop judgement and ridicule
Stop bullying
For our sake, stop hurting one another
Stop in the name of love
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
I’m a good girl
They say
I do my homework and floss my teeth
I say my prayers and mind my manners
To them, mistakes aren’t part of the package
Crying is a weakness
Anger is a default
Perfection is mandatory
There are no excuses
Blame natural selection
I’m a good girl
They say
A perfect one in fact
I eat my vegetables
I obey my parents
I suppose it’s only sensible
I’m a good girl
They say
Compassion, respect, and intelligence
Everything made of sugar and spice
Came with the package
And there is no bargain price
No you can’t roll the dice
There is no such thing
Unfortunately it’s a sacrifice
But do you think I can tell them
It’s been killing me to say
I’m scared of the outcome
But I believe this package was delivered
To the wrong address
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
me
there are things
i should burn for
but i won't
there are things
i should burn
but i don't
burn for you
i still burn for you
when i drink i still drink
but only in fiction
i try my best
to avoid looking at
pianists guitarists and singers they don't upset me
but i guess their art is too honest
for who i am
as it should be
i will never
understood anything done
for me out of love
me i
shouldn't be alive
last november i kicked
my friend in the face while
he tried to save my life
i'd forgotten about it and so
when he visited me
in hospital the next day
i asked about the bruise
above his eye
he looked at me real
funny and told
me he ran into a tree
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
*My darling tell me,
would you fear me,
if I told you
that I am the Black Sea?
Would you hold me,
and sing me to sleep,
rocking me gently,
as you slip beneath?
I promise to be swift,
as I ease you beneath,
these blackened waters
of this salty sea.
I won't stop you
from fleeing,
if you'd like to be free,
but my darling,
hear my softened plea?
I love you more
than the trees,
or the bees,
and you are the key
to my heart in the sea.
I hope you agree
that we'll both pay the fee,
to surrender
to our love beneath me;
The Black Sea .*
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
Could I touch you for a moment
--Could I please just touch you?
"No."
But I want to feel your sorrow
"I already told you. Go."
I can't leave you here without me
I can't ever find the way
To remember that you want me gone,
But forget the pain of what you say
"You're not helping make this better
You can't sense the way I feel
'Cause right now, as much as ever
You can never see what's real"
What's real is I'll always love you
What's true is all that I've said
What you didn't seem to notice
Is that I'll love you 'til I'm dead
"Well, then love me far away"
So you still think this is right?
"Love me for the time you had me."
I have treasured every night
Let me make up every light of day
That you were not my sun
Show me all the things you loved in me
I'll recreate every one
I'm sorry for any single glance
That was not into your eyes
For that blink that made me miss the trace
Of troubles in disguise
"Oh, what's the use, you pitiful soul?
I thought you'd seen it start
Once another stole my breath away,
I took from you my heart."
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC