beckie d and the poetry

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

biphobia

what are you so scared of?
is it the trace of ***** on my mouth?
i love men too
is that not allowed?
you think my sexuality is greedy
yes, i am greedy for your acceptance
am i in?
am i out?
oh honey, i am both
this biphobia fills me with anger
i deserve to be noticed

is it the trace of ***** on my mouth?

#biphobia

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

Leather Couch

I was lying on her leather couch
This kind of love is not allowed
Two thousand and twenty one
Time moves on but stigma doesn't
I'm falling in love with her leather couch
I'm getting lost in the creases that she has created
My hands smell like discovery
Her hair looks like purpose
I was lying on her leather couch
I think it's a place where I could be found

time moves on but stigma doesn't

#discovery #love

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

Car Crash

Faded letter in a back pocket
A letter you never got to read
Addressed to no one
Discovered by a uniformed stranger
Words full of meaning
Promises and platitudes
Faded letter in my back pocket
The conclusion of a messy scene

the policeman found your letter when he found my body

#death

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

unheard promise

if this doesn't last then that's ok
not everything is meant to last
not everything is forever
if you never read these words then that's ok
they will still be a reminder of a beautiful moment in space and time
if you decide to leave
if I get too intense or you lose this feeling
if this doesn't last and this just comes to pass
i promise that is more than ok

a reminder of a beautiful moment in space and time

#acceptance

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

metaphorical beginnings

cradled in these arms
a new beginning
a metaphorical infant
of hope
the sweetest possibility
of innocent growth
in this basic moment
i can believe i'm not alone
cradled in these arms
the makings of a home

a metaphorical infant of hope

#beginnings

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

feelings

i stored all my feelings away
until
the
day
my
feelings
changed

i stored all my feelings away

#feelings

beckie d and the poetry May 2021

penny for my thoughts

i used to have money
i wore Dior like a Parisian beauty
chic and sophisticated
flawlessly fashionable
or so the surface showed.
i used to have six different credit cards
a thousand fake friends
a pedigree pug i called Peppermint
i used to have money
i forgot my own worth
i skipped my meals
to fit into a size four
never knowing what
i was doing it all for
i used to have money
until all i saw was dollar signs
until i could not recognise my face
until i lost my mind

i used to have money

#materialism