This is for the girls who lie awake at night,
Pulling at the blankets to keep them warm,
Drenched in sins of deprecation.
Tossing and turning on their twin size beds,
because there is not enough room to fit expectations,
let alone their own.
This is for the girls who stare at themselves in front of their mirrors,
Pinching at the extra layers of skin that hang around their tummies.
Rolls of "fat" as they call it, I prefer the term "beauty."
This is for the girls who have shoulders are backs plastered in scars.
From the bras that were one cup size to small, overly adjusted and tightened straps.
This is for the girls who fall prey to the fallacies of magazine stands,
captivated by the cold letters bleeding off the covers:
"Three hundred, sixty-five ways to style your hair!"
"How to get the perfect ****!"
"Turn off the lights to look good naked!"
"How to make him love you!"
Pull apart the flesh, look beneath your skin,
you are not defined by the number of eyes that manifest lust towards you,
you are not the hands that plead to saunter their way toward your hips,
You are not the number of inches that space out your thighs.
Or the visibility of muscle that line up on your stomach.
You do not need to look good naked,
don't turn off the lights.
Your **** looks fine
Stop falling victim to the media
To the photo shopped ads of puppets who look nothing like you
Because your real
and if you want a man to love you, he must learn to accept you
with your extra flaws, our scars, and rolls of fat.
Because that sack of bones known as a model on a Cosmopolitan cover will not keep him warm.
It is inscribed in the atoms that make you a person
you are a three dimensional beautiful masterpiece
you are not a computerized pixelated image
reshaped and resized retouched and revised
stop letting society dehumanize a woman
your a woman
all the fury to slither through you limbs until you shake with and anger and purpose, acknowledge the value of your worth for you are more that just a waste of paper and space, you are space, you are human, your alive, and beautiful

I stayed in bed today
Because I was scared
of how other people
would see me.

I fear how the
world sees me.

I want to be seen
For who I am
And who I want to be,
Not who I am told to be.

That is no life
Worth living.

Our parents are
There to guide us
Not dictate us
And neglect our needs.

So why do they act like
we're dangerous to ourselves?

We may not always know
Exactly who we are, but
They don't always know either.
What does age have to do with it?

Refuse to be
Someone you're not.

Stand up to false reality!
Stand up for your beliefs!
Be who you are and step into the
shoes you were meant to fill!

so, if you have a broken soul like I do
and you see someone
who still has hope
who only needs a few pieces to heal
to be a semblance of something whole
tell me, my friend,
wouldn’t you give your shards to them, too?

let your actions speak louder than your words
words get curved then the message is blurred talking is absurd
say one wrong slur and you’ll strike a nerve
my silence is not silent see my actions are vibrant
colors may wash away but the frame remains the same what does that say.
The picture can change if your foundation is sain
Rebuild in the creative field even if your image is plain
Be solid count your blessings turn your mistakes into lessons and see what you gain
Love yourself and everyone else who may have caused u pain
We all have faults in our stars, life is the Big Dipper
Negativity is the cancer spreading killing the big picture
We are gods living artwork , the original perfect mixture
Our antics are mere cushions for our mistakes and we live in its fixture
but Change is but a word
make it happen then it’s a verb
Purchase an item, you’ll get change in return
so why haven’t you bought the effort to get the change your efforts will earn?
but it’s crazy to me bc human effort is free
were to lazy to many villains out here chilling no promises been getting fulfillment but the problem is me?
I just dream you see what I mean and happy we can all be
Change is almost like a speech
We’ve been hearing it forever the ideas sound pretty clever
But what goals have been reached
what lessons haven’t been bleached
Do you even practice what u trying to preach?
Heyyyyy watch out for toes I’m not tryna step on feet’s
But I can’t change you I can only change me
So scream as loud as you desire
your voice will soon expire and sink to the floor as they have done before
Change requires action and actions have lived on forever more.
philandeo Castile shot through the window of his car door
Michael brown 12 couldn’t see him frown back turned and they shot more
What other names do a ***** gotta say
For you to see change needs to start today
Lesandro Guzman Felix cut open and still never seen on his knees that’s junior
sooner somebody should have responded to his please
I hope that’s never you you you or me
Change has no price I hope we get it while it’s still free..

So I asked " what will I be to you when I'm gone?
Will I be the dead one?
Will I be the cut on your heart?
What will I be to you?"
Not intended to leave with unfinished tasks
But I intended to fall in love with you
Will I still be your lover?

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

ill shove flowers into my mouth and choke
myself to death with all the pollen because you
know im allergic to lilacs but you said they make my eyes look beautiful and i wanted to be
just that.