Sarah Salako Mar 3

i hid behind a mask everyday,
my true emotions unseen,
i smile at you with crying eyes,
but you could never notice that.

after all these years my mask started to fade,
that porcelain smile turned to dust and blew far far away,
...fear all now on full display.
what about your happiness?
it flew away.

Sarah Salako Feb 14

before i sleep swear to visit my dreams,
whisper broken promises up on my lips let me inhale the poisoned fumes,
i won't stop you,
i will love you,
i will become blind to the lies,
unfeeling to the ties that bind my soul to yours,
you stole my heart,
and refused to give me yours.

Inspired by one of the poems on the LEMONADE album. Hope you like it.
Sarah Salako Jan 17

i see the world in her eyes,
she is mother earth,
her skin the colour of the richest earth bringing forth a plentiful harvest,
her limbs long; beautiful and they flow like the waves calm and graceful but capable,
her hips wide bearing the greatest fruit; you; me and what shall be,
her feet are rooted strong and steady,
from her lips come the gentle winds or the thunderous storms.
mother nature in all her wonders

this poem is inspired by some imagery by Sara Golish.
Sarah Salako Jan 12

allow our minds to collide in a kaleidoscope of thoughts,
fear and love intertwined like overgrown ivy vines racing to the moon arms stretched out grabbing at the beams bursting.
peacefully we lay here in our own silence.

Sarah Salako Nov 2016

growth is a process,
a slowly setting lingering process,
'growing up' is something i have always feared,
looking back and missing my youthful years,
only to be confronted by the struggles of adulthood,
wanting to stay inside my mother's embrace,
but growth is a process that always takes place.

the process of growing up through the eyes of fearful youths
Sarah Salako Oct 2016

you are beautiful
despite the harsh lashes that society gives
you truly are

your eyes come in countless shades of browns, greens and blues
such beautiful blues yet i only hear a sorrowful tune

your hair is wondrous
it either reaches to caress the rays of the sun or falls to flow with the oceans tides

your skin
as pale as freshly fallen snow or packed with melanin so thickly the night turns to you in despair

you are beautiful
don't believe otherwise

This is a poem inspired by Rupi Kaur about beauty. Everyone is unique and that is beauty in its purest form
  Oct 2016 Sarah Salako
Liz Balise

I hold your life inside my own
as you hold me
in your sea of seeds and waving reeds
Beach grass on breast of sand

Ripples of wind
Across my dune
your hand

Tracing the mark of a high tide
with my wanderings
Will I be the last?
to recall its highest reach upon the land?
I note the smell of dead and ebb
Would change it all on my return
if it were up to me

And once I started running out
“Wait! O, Wait!”

Black breaks
The sand bars
between the tide pool’s
red whispers of you

I now believe
gulls turn time in their wings

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