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Brie Dec 2014
I'm left alone
I have no home
yes, i'm left alone because I'm the girl who's known from nowhere.
Brie Dec 2014
Rays of heart in my dreams
shining brighter than the sun
speaking fantasies of love
and realizing you're the one
so wherever you are
wherever you go
I  believe so far
that when I run
it is me who falls into your open arms
and I shall share your glow
and the brightness of that light is how much our feelings have grown
Yes, I actually wrote a poem about love and happiness; a true rarity.
Brie Dec 2014
I shortened my name
not out of shame
but merely to be a hero and save...
you
The embarrassment of not being able to say
and you cannot say this is not true
That when you read my name it confuses you
How the Brie is like cheese
and the Ana is pronounced foreignly
Put together
having no meaning;
To you.
But to me it's originality makes me
me
A shortened name carries a long line of pain
A name that no one can understand because it's always being changed
I tell people to call me Brie because I would rather them say my nickname instead of correcting them. Even thought they both probably take the same amount of time.
  Dec 2014 Brie
Bidi Rliu Andrei
As you wish!


On a short and sweet notice, in a sphere of dissent,
You pinned an Excalibur of youthful delight.
Like a bullet of laughter through most gloomy torrent,
You carved the initials of an enduring Nile,

Draining the cowardly anguish scent,
A torrent of sorrow that comes to an end,
Ending the story that failed to descend,
To the end of the Nile and further dissent.
You carved a dissimilar unusual scent, portrait of the Nile!

No grass, no forest, no human or beast,
No flowers, no crawling creatures or gods from the East,
No birds or ancestors, no suns and no mists,
No other cosmic body that firmly exists
Will ever grasp the humblest desire to smile,
You brought into essence in this ravaged cryptic empire.



It suddenly stopped! The comfort, the fog, the sand and the sea,
Have suddenly plunged and crumbled to form a new entity.
A matter of time or awakening call?
I fail to remember. Illusion or not,
I desperately cannot recall.


Be that a dream? A marvelous touch of phantasmic thrill?
That guides the spirit from real to ordeal?
that all was a myth, and legend will stay
until you get absorbed like a paralyzed prey?
I desire to risk, no incentives for me to obey!

And who can possibly name the unnamed sensation drafted to stay
that clutches to you, bewilders your mind and stretches the borders of time!
No wonder we die, a natural body can fit an unnatural smile
Just for a while…

And reaching the terminal stage of creation,
Contend once again without a swing:
-Irrational mind with chained understanding,
And a singular thought that is free-,
I surrender to life, to death I aspire.
But until then, I’ll be wearing the smile you gave me.

As I desire…
Exalting at the beginning, followed by a state of confusion...and in the end there's only hope that keeps you hanging in there.
Brie Dec 2014
I'm a big girl with a big name
I love whole-heartedly
I think with my brain
And when people ask
Am I'm suppose to feel shame?
When they don't ask the background
when they over hear my name
Misspelled or misheard
To them it all sounds the same
there's no history
Just black culture, no change

I don't roll my eyes just for attitude
I do so because your opinion is annoying and possibly insane
Not to mention rude

I don't roll my neck to be ghetto
It is an expression of my frustration at the ignorance that you are demonstrating.


And I don't speak slang because it's the only words I know
But it's a reminder of how my ancestors were forced to live with as little education as that yet still have so much more to show


And when I dance it's not to show off my body nor break my back
But to tell a story with my hips so that you'll never forget that
I AM DIFFERENT AND  I AM PROUD  
And my skin color shouldn't  have anything to do with that now
It's 2014
Not the 1800s anymore
Never again your down low *****


But people keep assuming before I even open my mouth
That i have no future
No good upbringing
Since when were "ghetto" names defining
Well, since when were they not
But I will walk with pride across that stage
Only time you'll see my face on the news is for something great
Because
I'm a big girl with a big name
I love whole-heartedly
I think with my big brain
I feel no shame
I just smile because I know one day
People will know my name
It's not the 1800s anymore
It's the year 2014
A poem for the girls with names that are "ghetto/or different"
Brie Dec 2014
Let us dream
Let us cry
Let us fall
Let us die
We can't sore
No, we will never fly
But let us dream
Let us cry
When we fall
Let us die
Don't question it
Don't ask why
Just accept it as the fairness of life
We can dream, but unfortunately that doesn't mean that our dreams will always come true.
Brie Dec 2014
Daddy's little girl
she just can't see
She thinks daddy loves mommy but how can that be
Does he love with his fist
Or is it when her face meets his knee

What mommy doesn't give
Daddy takes
Poor baby girl doesn't know that's how she was made
And although the bruises fade
Mommy can never look at him the same
But in his daughter's eyes she doesn't want him to change
She's still hoping to marry a man like daddy someday


Daddy's little girl
Blinded by his love and the things she can't see
Daddy loves mommy
just a little differently
With his fist
not his heart
But how can that be

In his daughter's eyes
He's the sun
the moon
and the stars
But if only she could see mommy's scars
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