Allow yourself to spontaneously
Celebrate love and its glorious colours

I woke up to her,
drenched in wine
and mascara tears
I woke up,
wore my dress
and
stared out of her window
as if it were mine,
as if I had the right to
undress her fears
and throw them
on railway tracks.
I woke up and I
couldn’t look at her
without cringing
the bruises,
the tender skin,
the way she screamed
through the night
and held my body
for safety
I woke up and I
felt her drift away
from everything
we have known
I woke up and
I shouldn’t have
woken up.

I hate you I love you
I hate that I love you
Don't want to, but I can't put
Nobody else above you

I hate you I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
*And I'll never be her

Today
is my birthday
Today has finally come.
15, folks.
14 no more.
Today is the day I can enjoy myself,
and look back at another painful yet good year.
Today
is my birthday.
The countdown is over.
This day has just begun,
THIS IS GONNA BE A HELL OF A TIME
lets go
4-19-16

She wonders why
I ponder.

Ponder
...her love.
...her care.
...her ability.
...her want.

"Love is not what you say,
Love is what you do."

dress torn
underwear ripped
knees forced open
loud sobs fill the room
"shut the **** up"
she stills
begging to a god she didn't know she believed in to end it all
grunts and groaning
its over
"later babe"
she leaves behind ****** sheets, her cellphone, and a *piece of herself

i'm not a slave of compliments.
I won't overdose on injections of racism.
The only addiction i have it of the melanin in my skin.
My heritage is not a sin.
My womanhood has always been the evidence of excellence.
My faith is not a bad habit I need rehabilitation from.
If discrimination was a drug i would be high every day