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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.
Crave my mind like you crave my body
Allow me to unwind and become one with my feminine energy
So that I’m able to love you wholly synergy
Picking pieces of my shattered heart out of the creases of my soul
I know this was already written in the books
BEEN TOLD
Woman of figure Woman of Sacrifice
Bigger status Bigger Pictures idolize
Wealthy Fortune Promising Health
My mind playin tricks like ima fail
Blame them and Blame Me
Reassure me bring my body to ease
Damaged goods ain’t damaged if you’ve seen my eyes
Cold nights I just really sat back & cried
Double Downed the ***** Double downed the drugs
Always in some crazy **** ******* with thugs
Glock twisted up them ******  really ain’t give a **** …
About me tryna see if there’s any more room left in my jeans
cuz he wanted to sneak a peep
Thought it was love but it was nothing but lies
I swear I wanted to put him down to his demise.
Have his mother begging for a reply
What should I tell her
I loved him but he made me cry
That I never had a father figure in my life
& her son was a ******* because he lied
It shouldn’t go that far
Before you come distracting me with yo weak *** game
Please note it’s a Hazard ******* with me
I’M INSANE🙃 (when my feelings being played)🙃
Clearly this is alittle emotional unwinding lol of how the understandable one wants to be seen which transpires into “if you can’t see me, I’m sure you see me now”
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.
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.
Picture perfect painted Pictures
Modern day Dreams
Deciphered Mean
Morality and Justice Grasping in between
Mentally Deceived Honored to be a Queen
Doing every little thing to be seen
Loving Yourself is number one plan
Can’t no man out love a woman who wipe her own face with her bare hands
That’s a woman of pain a woman of hurt holding on to the tip of her skirt
Confident in her skin how dare they belittle her & try to win
Growth she wrote make her brain tremble
Begging for mercy waayyy before It grew
Dying to be understood let the assignment understand you
killer of the old and Bad news
Don’t care to much to even try
why make them understand what they think is a lie
Pointless schemes Pointless brings
Unwanted Negativity
Why entertain what could’ve been
I’m here to not only represent but make sure I’ve Grown WITHIN
This poem is a tribute to the woman I’ve become and the girl I once was …full of pain, numbness, and survival instincts. It’s a declaration that trauma doesn’t always need to be erased; sometimes, it shapes you into a person who can discern what’s real and protect what’s sacred. In a world that often encourages emotional walls, I’ve learned that true strength comes from allowing vulnerability in the right spaces. This is my declaration: don’t mistake me for easy, because what’s already defined within me can’t be torn down.
I wanna honor the woman inside that I’ve grown to become
That little black girl lived her days so **** numb
And if nobody has seen it first hand
I’d advise you to give her a chance
See not all trauma has to be depleted
Some of that actually ain’t so misleading
It’s beneficial
It helps me to care for my discernment higher than ever just alittle
Id be **** If you think stepping to me is an easy case
That hard exterior only move when it’s been placed in a soft space
Something people don’t create now a days
You gotta look for the real in you
If you divide that & subtract that by 2
You’ll realize ain’t nobody harder than you
I said if I divide that & subtract that by 2 ain’t nobody really ******* with you
Keep in mind nobody can tear down what’s already defined
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.
Redefined beauty such an eye catcher
Staring at her like you’ve never met her
Only to be overwhelmed with such presence
Can’t anybody old get close to this Present 💝
Confidence is Key I wanted to explore how real presence can feel like a gift, one that redefines everything you thought you knew about desire and connection.
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
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.
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.
It started as a Can I get your
number line
but see my mind
was way faster then he think
I was down with the ride even
tho I knew he just wanted a
piece of the pie
realizing that what I want ain’t what he
seems
but plot twist
I was wrong
I wanted him & Everything
I dreamed of Him
my King His Queen
I dreamed of him & a family certain simple
things
I couldn’t get passed the faze of him not Trusting
so I dipped exposed my lies &
mumbled my lips
Despise the Truth
I was aching with a drip
not from the lip but from the
inside down in the pool pit
where the butterflies live
I knew for a fact that what his
intentions was was not an easy
grip
but that didn’t stop me from exposing my hips
letting him lye in between me hearing
my gut screaming
with his dark soul caress my chest in
the means of being upset
not at him but for me
because if you don’t know by now I know
my Worth being
I wasn’t sat on a peddle stool 
nor was I given the recognition of being this
black beautiful queen who only
wanted what life was suppose
to bring
HAPPINESS
that wasn’t found inside
let me tell you how my heart ached at
night
I just wanted to be what he wake up to & What he go to sleep
let me be who he lives for
let this be a dream
STOP
while you can Cuz being in love is Wayyyy Harder then Finding a Man
Very First ☮️ I ever wrote. CHOOSE YOU before you choose Anything
My heart isn’t made of gold that was a lie they told
They underestimated my character & stabbed Daggers in my Soul
Made me angry Made me meek I can’t believe they think I’m weak
I’m the most powerful woman they have crossed
Cut the heads off the snakes before they dissolve
Into my brain Your beauty can’t take that
Watch what you say  cuz you can’t take back
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ?
THE MOTHER OF THE LAND
God Gave me strength to help out the man
Ungrateful thought crept up my back
Disgust in my throat
Spit on when I spat
My disrespectful words gave what I attract
No one told you to handle a queen in such manner like that
Impersonating a King when your a Peasant
I KNOW FOR A FACT ‼️

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