Dear reader,
I'm going to be honest
I can't write or rhyme
I am not flawless

but I do know how to use a word
to feel something
to describe the chirp of a bird
or the feel of a string

maybe something sweet
sad
or gory
but stick with me it'll start off bad
but I'll get there
just watch.

I make a promise*
to the person that may be reading
you may feel like you're in this ever lasting loop of sorrow
but I promise that it will get better
and if it doesn't just yet
than it isn't the end
so I make the promise
to look forward to the future
to help you get back up, when you've fallen
to make sure that you keep trying
because I believe you can.
So I promise from this day forward
to believe in you
when no one else will.

I will always come second place to her
I can't compete with her
but I can't blame her
She's prettier
She's smarter
She's cooler
She dresses better
and I
cant do anything
but let the spotlight keep shining
and watch as all eyes are trained on
her movements
her walk
the way she talks
everyones focuses on *her

I like the rain
I love to hear the soft pitter patter as it falls to the ground
its music to the ears
It also makes you realize that everything shows emotion
at one point or another
the sky needs to cry too
and what can you do  
but cry with it
I love the rain because it can be happy or sad
it can cover the fallen tears
or it can cause a smile to blossom
its refreshing
possibly depressing
but its beautiful really

What you did hurt.
One of my first.
and you ruined it
I wasn't sure if I should be
mad
sad
or both
maybe I should have felt like a *******
who knows
but I didn't feel anything
may this isn't a big deal
but you ruined my first
and it *****
you ruined the perspective I have
you ruined that excitement
you ruin all the rest to come
I don't know if I should hate you
or be good to you
be the "bigger person" they talk about
but it hurt,
**I'm hurt

Its been a while old friend
I guess...
I'm bad at committing
because all I do is come and go
every now and then
Its been a while old friend
I can never apologize
or fix myself
as it will just keep happening
I guess
I'm so used to people doing the same
that I don't realize what
I'm doing to you
Its been a while old friend

Girl. the word that separates
and complicates
making each of us, less equal
I’m a girl and rarely  
have I ever been treated fairly.
We are all human and should be treated as one.
So why am I not allowed to kick the ball and run?
Just like a white crayon you think I useless.
But you’re just really clueless, because I CAN.
yet at the same time I can’t,
since the men are on top you see
high above any other
don’t take it as a bother
being  below and under and where we will be.
Because I’m just a girl,I’m not treated fairly

The Overbolded Beauty © 2016

I know I should be used to being let down by you
but its never that easy,
as it always come true
its hard to deal with
as you keep making promises to me
but can't you just let me be
instead of raising my hopes up so high
just stop and don't lie
save me the heart ache
save me the river
save me from the remake
of the fake smile painted upon my face
Stop letting me down it just hurts too much
what really toxic is your touch
So leave alone, don't let me down anymore
as I know you're just doing it to keep a score.

I watch the night and
see the moonlight shine through
The thoughts of today replay
The sight makes me choke
It was terrible day

That face would taunt me
and haunt me
That face scares me
and impairs me

I see that face and I shiver
it makes me sick
my lip starts to quiver
and that smile, oh that smile
can make any girl run quicker…

We’re strong.
We’re intelligent.
We’re powerful.
We’re phenomenal.

We happen to come in different shapes, sizes and colours
No we aren’t diamonds
But we’re just as precious.

We rise above
We define our own definition
We break our own records.

Yet we find ourselves,
Understated
Underestimated
And segregated.

We learn to empower rather than beat down
We stand together hand in hand
Intelligence and kindness form the bond.

Looked down upon.
They see us like the petals of the rose
When really we’re the thorns.
We’re warriors fighting for a spot in the world.
Soldiers fighting for the respect we deserve.

We’re iconic
We’re controversial
We’re a movement

Yes, we may have 1 different chromosome
And a section between the legs that's different
But that doesn't make us less of a person than the next guy.

We’re phenomenal.
We’re powerful.
We’re intelligent.
We’re strong.

We're women.