My ribs chewed away half of me, stomach growled at the big, bright, white pearl, who stayed staring down Earth’s crust,
who shimmered from outer space, who floated above my sitting on gravel, who shone light upon my skeleton walking astray,
submerging tears in distant memories, of the vibrant greens, reds and yellows of fruits, of food waiting to be devoured by croaking tummies.
What is that supposed to mean?
Whether it be deliberate or a slight misconception
the words sting.
They sting because they aren't just words.
They are ideals used to define me in all the wrong ways.
It's called a preconceived stereotype,
not a compliment.
An insult to dampen my mood,
An indication that the color of my skin
factors into whether I'm deemed beautiful and
that kind of implication
can definitely rub a woman of color
the wrong way.
Since when am I only pretty in my own race and inferior to any girl who is not black?
I am beautiful period.
I am not pretty for a black girl,
nor am I exotic or an exception to your standards of beauty.
© December 7, 2017 deprivedkat
We're like two peas in a pod,
two magnets stuck together
we draw away
And only space
Resides between us
© January 5, 2017 deprivedkat
A wire round your neck...
Unable to scream..
It gets tighter.
And you just watch yourself being consumed...
Only wishing to be consumed by a hug..
Not this Depression.
Strapped to a chair...
Beaten and broken down..
You forget who you are, what you enjoy, you become unrecognizable.
Numb to positivity...
It is a nightmare, to only disappear in a crowd..
To only be consumed once again.
By this monster
© January 10, 2017 deprivedkat
There are so many people but there's no one inside.
© January 4, 2017 deprivedkat
Oh so lukewarm and freshly brewed,
Feel free to leave me in a sweetened and satisfying mood.
© December 5, 2016 deprivedkat
Surviving the day is worthy of merit, but once you can make it to bed, it's a ******* victory!
© October 30, 2016 deprivedkat