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~I'd rather
start burning
all my anger
away.


~I'd rather
start cutting
down my anxiety
because it's
getting in the
way.


~I'd rather
start drowning
every sadness
that ruins my
day.


~I'd rather
start burying
my problems aside
It will be blissful
for that I
pray.
~
Keyana Brown Apr 6
Let's
just
stop
everything
I want to be
with you

Let's
just
cancel
our
separate
plans
There is something
we'd rather do
is to be
~together

Let's
not
wait
Let's
not
wait
anymore
I will travel
a million miles
to see you
once more
Lord, I can
be more sure

Let's
pick a date
pick a place
I want your love
I want your
sweet embrace
never leave me
don't give me space

For our love
could be misguided
please let us be reunited
~*again
Keyana Brown Feb 23
Back then she hated
herself and her life
as if she couldn't
see the light.

She onced believed
that all people were the same
because majority of them
bought her so much pain.

She tried harder to complete
many obstacles
she tried to be
confident
strong
helpful
and beautiful
...to the public eye
after many attempts
~she was denied

The rain has fallen
the lightning started striking
BOOM
the thunder is frightening
suddenly the noise
blocked all of her feelings
of pure hatred and rejection.

BOOM
Electricia is free
now once again
no more negative energy
her judgement is broken
and ready to take over the land.
To be continued...
Keyana Brown Jan 29
It's not the hair on my head
It's only the dry center on my neck.

It's not that hate my skin
It's just what is deep inside it.

It's not painful really
It's extremely repetitive.

It's not a bad habit
It's a new hobby.

It's not a birth mark
It's more of a lovebite.

It's not that I can't stop
It's just that I won't stop.

It's not only my addiction
It's my mental condition.
( sad sigh)
Keyana Brown Jan 11
God is now the artist
I surrenderd
my paint brush
to him.

I will
no longer
let society
the media
or even myself
paint an image
that is impossible
for me to be

I'm not my scars
I'm not my torso
I'm not my face
I'm not my thighs
      I'm not even my race


For I am only his muse
and not ours.
Go to the mirror and tell yourself you are wonderfully made.
Keyana Brown Dec 2020
~It's tough to say that
I am afraid of the future
many souls want to leave
out their lovely homes
cold, empty, and spacious.


~It's people like me
who hide behind
the blankets that's
oderous even after
sobbing and
contemplating.


~After a while
I sit back
and don't relax
as my brain
tries to drain
out every sorrow
that I have where
my leaky eyes
can drown itself.


~My grandmother's soul
decided to find a new home
somewhere spacious and lively
patiencently she waits for the
right time and place
before her soul left she never
let time rush her life or her
way of telling people how
to be patient saved her.


~Her soul is not sorry
for her dissapearence
but she is grateful
for how long she spent
with the patiences she had
after many years.


~Yesterday as I
hid under my blanket of misery
I felt so ungracious
for being impatient
with her soul leaving
her home, her family, and life
all behind when in reality
the soul just wanted to
start a new journey.
~
This poem goes to my grandma, Jonnie Mae.
Rest well my beautiful and patience soul.
Keyana Brown Dec 2020
I
could
never
fight
the
giants
without
no
weapon
or
help
from
you.

I
could
never
laugh
so
loud
even
publicly
but
only
with
you.

I
could
never
be
without
you
love
has
forbid
me
for
being
scared
of
my
fears.
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