Rain slowly seeps into my soul
Gathering gently at my pores
Slowly wandering, searching
for any life of creativity
A blank canvas awaiting a
stroke of color
Coloring out of bounds
No Lines, boarders,
or limitations
With only the power of a
pen. Control is given over
Free falling endlessly
repeatedly
No longer the beholder

-A Black Girl Untold

Sigh

Sometimes I wake up out of breath
Questioning if I am living only for death
My bed holds bad dreams and demons
No peace comes when I am sleeping

Questioning if I am living only for death
I hate my life and I have nothing left
No peace comes when I am sleeping
Only thing keeping me sane is books

I hate my life and I have nothing left
I care for others more than I do myself
Only thing keeping me sane is books
My friends wear makeup and cute looks

I care for others more than I do myself
I can hardly stand getting out of bed
My friends wear makeup and cute looks
While I can't stomach my own reflection
Sometimes I wake up out of breath

-A Black Girl Untold

i tend to overthink.
i place value in insignificant things
i tend to overlook all the beautiful things
all the things that bring me joy
seem to bring pain when my
mind makes me question my life
i forget what colors look like
i forget the euphoria of a babies laugh
i forget the meaning to me
anxiety, and depression can be cruel
but that’s not unusual
i tend to shink into myself
to hide.
to hide what isn’t “pretty”
to hide what hurts
but i forget that this is the best part
these feelings of turmoil are
honest. they’re personal
they mean everything.

- A Black Girl Untold