MissKaliPeach

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I put my body on Do not disturb
Matter fact I took the batteries out my back so I do not work
I am emotionally non-existent for the many times I existed
For the many times you said you missed it
I never resisted
I let you enjoy my recordings
I let you bring out what was already embedded in me
You just wanted an experience but my body wouldn’t even let me be
I told you I am feeling some way
You gathered your things so quick I knew you didn’t want to stay
It’s okay
I’ve prepared for this many times I stared at this
Thinking if I know you’ll leave let me disable my voice and let you breathe
Let you exhale off my energy
And it was so **** draining you didn’t even realize how big my pain is killing me
Ive mastered detachment now
So it’s cool when my batteries roll out
I made it that way
See me and my body have created some space
Where I take away what you think you drained
Putting my consciousness on DnD
I don’t know who you think I am or what you see in me
But now I’m at my peak
I do it so much I don’t even blink
I just lay there numb wishing my electricity leak
So you won’t have me you energy harvesting FREAK

This poem explores emotional detachment as a form of self-preservation. It speaks to the exhaustion of giving too much to people who don’t recognize or appreciate the weight of your energy. It’s a raw, unapologetic acknowledgment of the pain that comes with constantly being drained, and the powerful decision to protect one’s self from further exploitation.

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Lavender & Roses

Another year around the Moon
I basked in oils and fragrances that bloom
Only to be picture perfect a muse
This journey has came with a lot
Not to mention somebody being shot
I wouldn’t take it back if I could cuz what’s to understand don’t gotta be understood
Pretty like a rose
Even dead ones too
Lavender burnt ends only smells I’m use to
Greedy people take my energy ******* up the little bit of soul left inna me
I applaud those who I was once close with
Leaving empty envelopes open
Spearing truth pierced eyes
Only the hateful believe the lies
Point proven to No One I’m my own creator
Not even spoiled milk have this much Flavor
Busy evolving I can’t some out
It’s like hibernation with war monkeys
Evitable drought
Closed fist swinging in the rain
I’m never taken back the love I received from pain

This poem reflects the bittersweet journey of evolving through adversity. It's a celebration of the strength gained from pain, the wisdom found in scars, and the unshakable sense of self that emerges from struggle.

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The Prettiest Pain 🥰💉

The prettiest smiles hold the deepest secrets
Lies withhold
She means to keep it
Eyes have seen a different story
Built in trauma
Early mornings
Insomnia pest mind
Shakes and shivers
Knock down the bee hive
Painful Glitters
Stings of agony
Stings of pain
How in the world you keep that pretty smile sane
Dramatic figure embody the spirit
Begging for mercy and forgiveness
Apologetic Dreams asking who was
The girl with the prettiest pain
THE DRUG ✨

This poem is for anyone who’s ever been called “strong” while silently breaking. explores the duality between external beauty and internal suffering—the way smiles can mask storms, and how pain often hides in plain sight. I wrote this piece to give voice to the silent struggles that many carry behind polished appearances.

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Amazing Shame

Being honest is a Trait most don’t have
It’s easier to lie then to steak out what you can’t grasp
A wise woman once said to be a Woman is to always be true to self
But how I act amaze me sometimes I need to be put  back on the shelf
China doll get smaller and smaller every cup you peel
Chandelier Diamonds in your eyes but who knew the flaws of beauty would be to Survive
Ultimate Funeral-Bridal
Glorify that figure standing in the mirror
Rehearsal Recital
Playing the games a master mind couldn’t pull
Let them all know you are the Queen of All  Jewels 💎
Zirconia Silver Platinum Gold
Modernized state of living
Dead Souls
My Honesty don’t Fade I am true to the Woman in the cave
Blasphemy to not walk in my shoes
Built up Old Blues
Strong minded untraceable pain
Gorgeous Exterior Amazing Shame

This poem is a meditation on what it means to be an honest woman in a world that rewards illusion. It wrestles with identity, the pressure to maintain beauty while surviving internal storms, and the quiet grief that can live beneath strength. Through layered images and emotional contradictions, I explore the unpolished dignity of being flawed, powerful, and unapologetically real.

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Pretty Lies

It rained in my head for months on end
At times i connected with the pollen in the wind
Spring felt like summer and fall felt like winter
Who would’ve expected this to feel like blisters
I used a smile and pearly whites
to hide from what I trully cried about for nights
Anything noticeable goes unnoticed
A heavy tongue can become so potent
Conflict of judgement leads to open wounds
Why are you Disturbed by everything but the truth
Are the Pretty lies playing upon your ears
Not even looking at your potential or what you can realistically should not fear

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Fragment

I’m a product of a harsh reality some might symbolize it with the black sheep🖤🐑 theory
But I make it hard for you to fit me inna box ya hear me 🚫📥
I’m a product of Miami 🌴where the only beauty we see is the beach& sand 🏝️
After that everybody depends on they own hands 💰
I’m a product of my environment alil Bouji,Ghetto 💅🏽🏚️
Wishing hearts were found in meadows of peonies 🌷
If feels good when dont nobody really know me 😌
I’m a product of the system 💼👩🏼‍💼lost my mind in there before anyone missed us
Left alone to defeat the streets i was so empty🫥
Only clue i had was who all against me
I’m a product of a crack addict seems like days ago when i found out she was back at it
I dont blame anyone, i just keep it 🅿️
Im really askin
for everyone to stay df from aroun me 😂😂

This piece is about ownership—of my story, my roots, and my resilience. I wrote it as a declaration: I am not just a product of pain, but a witness to it, shaped by it, and still standing despite it. From Miami streets to systems that tried to break me, this poem is both a warning and a reminder that survival sometimes means setting boundaries, speaking truth, and refusing to be boxed in. This is me, unfiltered—bouji, ghetto, poetic, and free.

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STEEL SAFE

Innocent Demon engulfed within
Soaks of the ******* don’t know the Pin
counterclockwise My body twitchin
Deep slow breathes soft kisses on my chins
Goosebumps hard and cold
This is the **** of an old Soul
Mentally gone Physically here
A ****** desires swallow the pills
******* ***** taste like chocolate
Drips from the inside leaves a man toxic
Combination code Guessing game you made
**** Wrong digits, anticipation being drained
Slow rubs of the body on your finger tips
Nice smells of a rose pit
Burning pores of sweat built up
Glistening **** so is the ****
Bound to Submission point me in the direction
Eye contact hypnotize my Perfection
This energy on another level something I can’t control
Please baby I’m begging you to figure out the code.

exploring of sexuality through the lens of emotional entanglement, psychological surrender, and the need to be fully known. It weaves desire with a cryptic vulnerability—where physical expression becomes a language, a puzzle, and a plea for intimacy. Beneath the ****** surface is a soul reaching to be decoded, not just touched.