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Brittany Reese Jan 2018
It's the thunder of my laugh
The melody of my voice
The softness of my cries
That creates a world of mystery

It's the way my hair flips
The fullness of my lips
And the way my hips dip
That allows me to revel in any scene

It's the thickness of my thighs
The fire and desire in my eyes
The purpose behind my strides
All the stretch marks I try to hide
That makes me a beautiful queen

Physically, I may be flawed
Emotionally, my heart may need to thaw
Mentally, I am sometimes unstable
Spiritually, I connect with the one who is able

Despite my infamous name
People want to play game
Strong and passionate
Quick-witted spitfire

I award my perfect imperfections
Brittany Reese Nov 2017
Stuck in the shadows.
A blur. Another face in the sea of highlighted, contoured faces.
Another face in the sea of bulging muscles and millions of Nike shoelaces.
Unnoticeable yet I'm in the spotlight.
A deer caught in headlights.
Took me by surprise.
And now I must hurry and put on my disguise.
Trying to race back to normalcy.
Trying to find a place to accept me.
Suicide.
White bandages hug my wrists.
No longer able to see the slits.
I try to explain but no one comprehends.
I look to society to try to make amends.
How did my tiger stripes become a trend?
Stare in the mirror and this is what I see.
Broken, scarred, and empty.
Warmth overcomes me, from my head to my feet.
It is pleasant, it is kind.
It is melodic, it is graceful.
It is powerful, it is beautiful.
I stand tall. Fearless in my mind, fearless in my soul.
I walk with purpose. I speak with divinity.
Norms no longer control me as they have been conquered and placed beneath me.
Brittany Reese Nov 2017
Fire adorns the sky while blood stains the gravel
The final horn has been blown
Ships sink, buildings implode, planes nosedive
Darkness walks among us
Death lingers
Sickness kisses my lips
Free falling into a bottomless pit


Fire adorns the sky while blood stains the gravel
The final horn has been blown
Man dies, man goes blind, man commits suicide
Death lingers
Sickness kisses my lips
The dark winged angel caresses my shoulder
Smoke dances in my lungs


Fire adorns the sky while blood stains the gravel
The final horn has been blown
Flowers wither, trees crash, asphalt cracks
Death lingers
Sickness kisses my lips
I dance with the man with hoofed feet
An endless loop

Fire adorns the sky while blood stains the gravel
The final horn has been blown….
Brittany Reese Nov 2017
Her caress is soothing. A true angel from up above.
To be able to passionately live for another's well being.
Heart-wrenching, breathtaking, stupefying love.
Bright smile, almond eyes, dimpled cheeks you can’t believe what you’re seeing
Simple activities just for the mere satisfaction of seeing the curl of her lips.
Soft jazz and a steady beat just to see the swing of her hips.
Brittany Reese Dec 2017
I am disgusted with my reflection that ceases to exist.
Yearning for intimate warmth only to receive cold expression.
The rhythmic ***** has disintegrated within my person and all that remains is a gaping hole.
Cold air seeps through but it is beyond repair.
A quest to avenge my pride resulted in a domestic battle.
My heart had subconsciously committed treason.
No longer able to finish the mission my title lies in ruins while my soul rummages through the rubble searching for pieces of my Jane Doe.
But with the heaps of ash covered ruins, how will I ever be found?
Brittany Reese Nov 2017
That's it.
It's done.
"My ancestors did that not me!"
Get over it, **** it up, don't you dare take a knee
"I have a few black friends so its ok if I say the N word"
Stabbed in the heart from injustices' sword.
Another beating from a sheet and ain't a **** thing Uncle Sam is gonna do about it.
Declaring that we're equal but I get the feeling that Brian has more rights then Daquan.
In the eyes of the law there’s no such thing as one.
Putting up walls and banning my siblings. Meanwhile Brian just put two caps in his neighbor's kid's chest.
A few years max and he's still able to become free and get a check.
Daquan got caught up selling coke and he's not coming home.
Locked in a cage with no light he realizes he's alone.
'Bam'
'Bam'
'Pow'
'Pow'
Here lies the body of John Doe, a great man who perished because of the raise of his brow.
Brittany Reese Dec 2017
Molded as one
Passionate words grace the tongues
Love escapes from one onto the other.
Tender caresses and earth-shattering shudders
Interlocked mouths quiet all secrets
Content sighs echo
The pair doesn't let go
Intertwined limbs, they allow their high to subside
A gentle kiss on a smooth forehead
Soft gazes in between dimpled smiles
Arms wrap around a soft waist and slumber overcomes them both.
Brittany Reese Mar 2018
Man, these opinions be really ******* up my mental.

They don't stop me from making money just stop me from standing tall.
They shouldn't matter and for years I've let them roll off my shoulders.

But as a human being, hearing the same thing only makes me colder.
I don't care what they say, but to my dismay, it's everything you deem unfit.

The tiger stripes on my belly, the extra softness of my thighs.
Things that I viewed as simple characteristics but yet these are unflattering in your eyes.

The bulge of my stomach, the layer of graspable skin on my side
Those are all things that I've let slip from my mind
They don't stop me from soaring higher, achieving goals, or even improving my skill set.

But your gaze is like daggers and your words like bullets
It causes these now undesirable features to fester my soul
If I dare fix them they have to gain your approval.

And for those who still think that words don't matter, step off of your pedestal and let me serve you a reality platter.

If the vast majority declares it outdated you drop it.
If the vast majority says it's trendy you adopt it. And while it may seem easy to ignore the hype, it takes an extremely mentally strong individual to say **** it and goodbye.

We would all like to believe that we're our own person.
But when there is a flaw that is repeatedly critiqued, we lose sight of who we are and that's the number one lesson.
Brittany Reese Dec 2017
The skyline blends with the water
Indistinguishable from one another
A long lost muse reinvented in dusk
Passion intertwined with fear
Reaching for sanity, longing for reason
As I came closer, it became further
Stability and conformity is a state of mind
Erraticism and abnormality are so easy to find
Brittany Reese Dec 2017
Enter my depth.
Penetrate my mind.
Caress my opinions.
****** my soul.
Challenge my knowledge.
Brittany Reese Nov 2017
The days blend together as one.
Never knowing day from night because I can never see the sun.
Alone in a world that cannot truly understand.
One man’s failure is another man’s plan.
Doubt creeps in like a thief in the night.
Devouring all common sense and hope in sight.
Hanging on by a thread I believe I won’t win the fight.
Muster up all of my strength, push back with all of my might.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
Standing on my own two feet I no longer wither.
A bright light shines inside.
Bursting at the seams I no longer hide.
There’s something worth fighting for, there’s something worth seeing.
No longer a societal mess but a worthy human being.

— The End —