I have gone back to being way too conscious of what I post in this community.

Once again, I am scared that people will judge me for what I write.

You don't even know me.
You haven't even seen me.

Who here knows that I thought I was born in the wrong year for half of my life?

Who here knows that I was obsessed with male approval for more than half of my life.

Ain't nobody.

So I am going to post genuine poetry, not just well defined haikus or refined stanzas.

Just proper content mate.

Content that's unique to me.
You will partake in my uniqueness when you read these poems.

I look forward to it 🫡

My words may not be beautiful.
My words may not be sweet.

At times I cry because the words I write and type are not the same words I speak in reality.

When anger, guilt or sadness comes over me, I do not want to be well- spoken.

I want to be well heard without having to repeat myself.

Character development.
Let's call it development.

Deep breaths

*

It is all character development.

He said,

"Out of desperation, artists draw inspiration from their own stories in order to create art."

This struck me,

How many times have I written poems, addressed to people or things that have hurt me?

I have spoken about this before.
But, to me here is beauty in my pain.

Because it hurt; my words are beautiful.

So I refuse to let go of them.

I will not let go of them.
Looking back at them, I find it hard to let go of them.

But today, I started letting go of them.

This weird attachment to pain will no longer be aligned with my name.

So today, I start letting go of the words that record my pain.

In
      The
             End
                    Of
                        Days
                              Elderly
                          ­     Women
                                       Will
                                        See
      ­                         Visions
                         Young
                      Men
               Will
Prophecy



Inspired Song,
Dream a little dream for me (1968)
By The Mamas & The Papas

Love more than before
Don’t  underestimate yourself
Above our father is watching
Enjoy yourself more and more

Our father from above
Shows us in ways
Every day