Bella

Bella Sep 2018

Black and white.
What’s the difference?
One is darker? Lighter?
One looks deep, the other looks pure?
I see nothing.

Male and female.
What’s the difference?
One is smaller? Bigger?
One is more shy? More outspoken?
There, again! Do you see it?

14 and 18.
What now?
One is greater? The other smaller?
Both are even, what is wrong?
What you are is wrong.

This poem is about love. My parents are Christian and they always told me that if you are gay then you will go to hell. If you love someone much older or younger then you will burn. If a white woman marries a black man, or vise versa, you will die in hell. Well, I say they are wrong. Therefore, I am no longer the Christian baby girl my parents “raised” me to be. Simply, I am me. I have decided love is love. No matter what kind of love it is.

#poem #prejudice #love #lgbt #race #age #loveislove

Bella Sep 2018

Now I Understand

Screaming and yelling
Fighting and warring
Begging and pleading
Anger and madness
Fear and jealousy
Depression and sadness
But it’s all in her mind.

Now I understand
When people say,
“The quietest people
Have the loudest minds,”.

Now I understand it.

Hey guys! I’m not going to be writing much in the descriptions anymore, but i will write in the tags and there will be a date i wrote it on in the description. Thank you!

#poem #sad #quiet #loud

Bella Sep 2018

(Goodbye)

She sighs,
And thinks,
(Only one more day.)

She smiles,
But knows,
(It’s only fake.)

She cries,
And hides,
(Will they notice if I die?)

She writes,
And kills,
(Goodbye.)

9-5-2018

#poem #sad #suicide

Bella Sep 2018

A Silent Song

The wind whispers
A silent song.
The grass sways
To the rhythm.
The trees wrestle
With the leaves.
The wolves howl
To their moon.
With all this,
Is the simple breeze.
Reminding me:
I can be happy.

But as I turn around
Towards the tiny house
I see my mother sulk and cry.
As I wonder why
It hits my mind:
She is sad,
For I took my life.

I call to her,
Though I know she wont respond.
She cannot hear me.
I’m just a ghost,
Listening to a silent song.

This came to me today. I don’t actually know why but it did. 9-5-2018

#poem #sad #suicide #mother #daughter #song #happy #ghost

Bella Sep 2018

Debt

She sang a silent song to me.
A song that makes me feel free.
A song I never want to forget.
But a song I forgot,
Because of debt.

I don’t really know why I wrote this one. I wrote it last night before I went to bed. I don’t know what it means though...

#poem #sad #debt #song #forgotten

Bella Sep 2018

My Last Goodbye

Kiss me goodnight
I hope you’ll sleep tight.
I’ll be alright
Just not in sight.

Don’t worry about me
Don’t worry where I’ll be.
Soon you’ll see
Things will be great without me.

So kiss me goodbye
I think I’m ready to die.
Just look back and sigh
You loved me and that’s alright.

Close your eyes
And just remember:
My last goodbye.

I wrote this when I was at my second foster home and was really depressed because of the way the foster mom treated me. I was super suicidal but I didn’t want my little sister to think it was her fault, so I wrote it for her. Clearly I didn’t commit suicide, but I just wanted to post it.

#suicide #sad #goodbye #love #sister #poem

Bella Sep 2018

All Bite, No Bark

You’re a rose among many thorns
They say
Well let me tell you
They’re wrong.

I’m not beautiful
And I’m not precious
I don’t come in different colors
I only come in one:
An envious green.

I’m sharp,
Not soft.
I’m edgy,
Not pretty.

I’m all bite,
No bark.

I don’t even remember when I wrote this. I’m assuming a very long time ago. I’m pretty sure I wrote it when I was going through a little rampage. But thankfully it was just a phase^^

#jealous #angry #lies #depression