nichole-gryphon - Hello Poetry

I grew up and still live in the "Blackest state in America". I live simply two counties shy of the "Blackest county in America". I did not see color until just recently, and I'll tell you why. If a white cisgendered person opens up their Tumblr, Tumblr will tell them "goodbye". If you go to Button Poetry and watch any African American's poem, they will tell you that the white person is dangerous. Stay away from us. These words.. they sadden me.. I did not see color until recently. My best friend is a lesbian, I've dated a black man. But no, all white people are the same, stay away from as many as you can! I've asked my friend, Lexie, (her mom is black, her dad is white) I've asked her what her opinion was on this fight. Her eyes swelled with tears, she simply can't understand Why some choose to like or dislike people for whether they are light or dark skinned. And this is why Pocahontas is my favorite Disney princess. She teaches everyone can love anyone, race and color are pointless. I have asked the grinning bobcat why he grins. It's because I have learned to paint with all the colors of the wind. Maybe it's your turn to learn to do it, too. And that's the only way you can find this war to end, I promise you. I did not see color until just recently. And now I wish I could go back and learn how to unsee all the crap that this newfound vision has caused me.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC

I Did Not See Color

I grew up and still live in the "Blackest state in America". I live simply two counties shy of the "Blackest county in America". I did not see color until just recently, and I'll tell you why. If a white cisgendered person opens up their Tumblr, Tumblr will tell them "goodbye". If you go to Button Poetry and watch any African American's poem, they will tell you that the white person is dangerous. Stay away from us. These words.. they sadden me.. I did not see color until recently. My best friend is a lesbian, I've dated a black man. But no, all white people are the same, stay away from as many as you can! I've asked my friend, Lexie, (her mom is black, her dad is white) I've asked her what her opinion was on this fight. Her eyes swelled with tears, she simply can't understand Why some choose to like or dislike people for whether they are light or dark skinned. And this is why Pocahontas is my favorite Disney princess. She teaches everyone can love anyone, race and color are pointless. I have asked the grinning bobcat why he grins. It's because I have learned to paint with all the colors of the wind. Maybe it's your turn to learn to do it, too. And that's the only way you can find this war to end, I promise you. I did not see color until just recently. And now I wish I could go back and learn how to unsee all the crap that this newfound vision has caused me.

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He is a hurricane in my throat. A burning in my chest. A sickness in my stomach. You are the lozenge that soothes my torn up throat, the aloe vera for my singed heart, the calm my nervous belly. You are cool waves that sway me back to safety after his harsh waves of words have carried me so far out. You teach me how to sing again without being afraid of my own voice. You do this by showing me that you are afraid of your own as well, but you still sing above everyone else. And for that, I love you.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC

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He is a hurricane in my throat. A burning in my chest. A sickness in my stomach. You are the lozenge that soothes my torn up throat, the aloe vera for my singed heart, the calm my nervous belly. You are cool waves that sway me back to safety after his harsh waves of words have carried me so far out. You teach me how to sing again without being afraid of my own voice. You do this by showing me that you are afraid of your own as well, but you still sing above everyone else. And for that, I love you.

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I am a logophile. A lover of words. I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed and broken down. How you can persuade, intimidate, bribe, barter, bully, influence, tempt, and so on. I love poetry. Slang. Lyrics. Quotes. Phrases. I love the pronunciation of words. The way we can read between the lines. How we can distinguish "Okay" from "ok." from "Kay:)" from "k.". How some words can send shivers down your spine, be it from how they're worded to how they're spoken to who spoke them to what meaning it holds. I love the quiver of the lip when someone says something that hurts. The stammer, the raw emotion, the shake in their voice, the tears that swell up in their eyes. And I love words even more when they come from your mouth.

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC

Logophile

I am a logophile. A lover of words. I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed and broken down. How you can persuade, intimidate, bribe, barter, bully, influence, tempt, and so on. I love poetry. Slang. Lyrics. Quotes. Phrases. I love the pronunciation of words. The way we can read between the lines. How we can distinguish "Okay" from "ok." from "Kay:)" from "k.". How some words can send shivers down your spine, be it from how they're worded to how they're spoken to who spoke them to what meaning it holds. I love the quiver of the lip when someone says something that hurts. The stammer, the raw emotion, the shake in their voice, the tears that swell up in their eyes. And I love words even more when they come from your mouth.

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I would sing to you all the time the song talking about sunshine and the lover's lover leaving them for another and I sang it playfully. Facetiously. Loudly. Knowing that you would never do that to me. But now, I sing it to myself alone and quiet. And all verbs in past tense. Someone took my sunshine away.

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Dec 28, 2014

Dec 28, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC

You Were My Sunshine

I would sing to you all the time the song talking about sunshine and the lover's lover leaving them for another and I sang it playfully. Facetiously. Loudly. Knowing that you would never do that to me. But now, I sing it to myself alone and quiet. And all verbs in past tense. Someone took my sunshine away.

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I still look at your empty seat In Spanish I And I want to say everyday after roll call That you are on your way You are simply Running late.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC

Running Late

I still look at your empty seat In Spanish I And I want to say everyday after roll call That you are on your way You are simply Running late.

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I need you to wake me up To hold me near To tell me that you never left And you're still right here

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC

Wake Me Up

I need you to wake me up To hold me near To tell me that you never left And you're still right here

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They say you never have the same love twice And I find both a relief and a great sadness In those words.

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC

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They say you never have the same love twice And I find both a relief and a great sadness In those words.

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But the truth is, My dear, You could break my heart A million times In a million little pieces And I would pick them all up Just to put them back Into your hands.

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC

But the Truth Is

But the truth is, My dear, You could break my heart A million times In a million little pieces And I would pick them all up Just to put them back Into your hands.

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I often wonder Just how easily do a pianist's fingers conform to their keys? How do guitar strings feel to the talented in comparison to me? Why are some more gifted as to how they handle a pencil? And how can a few fortunate souls control their voice to create perfect sounds? Why do some possess the wonderful abilities of feeling things better than I can?

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC

I Often Wonder

I often wonder Just how easily do a pianist's fingers conform to their keys? How do guitar strings feel to the talented in comparison to me? Why are some more gifted as to how they handle a pencil? And how can a few fortunate souls control their voice to create perfect sounds? Why do some possess the wonderful abilities of feeling things better than I can?

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he doesn't know how To hold me above water Like he used to do

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Jun 22, 2014

Jun 22, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC

drowning

he doesn't know how To hold me above water Like he used to do

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