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Mays Benatti Mar 22
Dear brown girl,
Without placing judgment, think about what your face looked like before you were born. Pay attention to what it tells you. You’re a warrior brown girl.
your inner emotional world shifting.
Everyone experiences their version of truth and you’re here to shift it.
Existence is an endless array of joy and pain
no need to agonise
Brown girl to be seen is not a penalty

Brown girl, hear these words and know they're true
You were born a warrior, with strength imbued
Your face before birth, held a wisdom untold
Listen to its message, let its power unfold

Your emotional world, is ever changing and vast
A reflection of the truth, that you hold steadfast
You're here to shift perceptions, to challenge what's known
To create a new reality, one that's truly your own

Life is full of joy and pain, a journey we all share
But there's no need to agonise, or feel like life's unfair
For you, brown girl, are a gift to this world
A shining light, waiting to be unfurled
A message to me by me for the people the resonate with me
Mays Benatti Mar 22
I didn’t whisper the word love, love,
but it lived in the spaces between my silence.
We were lovers, once tangled in time,
woven between longing and unspoken lines.
I thought you were mine this life, a thousand before but love is a river, never still at its core.

I carry you softly, not as a weight,
but a thread unspooled, surrendered to fate.
The wind takes what it will, the tide pulls away,
time reweaving love in its own quiet way.

I walk away, not for lack of care
but because I found myself standing there.
Alone in the mirror, whole and new,
with love not just for us, but for me too.

No regrets, no chains, no need to hold on,
what was once ours has already moved on.
So I leave you with love, with nothing to keep,
just echoes of us, where the memories sleep.

And though our roads stretch far and wide,
I’ll smile at the thought of you by my side.
Not as my lover, not in my arms,
but as a lesson, a light, a once burning flame
Mays Benatti Jan 3
We were lovers but now we’re two cars passing a freeway
I take a look back in the review mirror, like it was yesterday
wrapped up in each other’s arms, looking at the stars soaking from tears of love
Two clueless atoms bounding into everything and nothing in one, like an accidental chemical reaction
No clue of the long term repercussions
Now we're just strangers, with nothing left to say
Our love story ended, in a bittersweet way
Our paths have diverged, like two roads in the night
But I'll always cherish, those moments in the light
We were lovers, but now we're just two cars passing by
But the memories we shared, will never truly die
Our love may have faded, like a sunset in the sky
But the impact you had on my life, will never truly die
You taught me to love, to feel, to be alive
And though we're apart, those lessons still thrive
So as we drive away, on our separate ways
I'll hold onto the memories, of our love's brighter days
And though we may never meet again,
I'll always remember you, my dear old friend.
I was sitting on the 34th story, tears streaming down my face as cars passed below. That moment moved me to write, and with tears still falling, I poured my emotions into this poem.
Mays Benatti May 2023
A stranger stole my heart,
Leaving a mark I can’t deny.
I never got to touch you, yet I feel you everywhere,
As if our souls are intertwined.

Isn’t it strange, stranger?
Or should I call you beloved,
The stranger who stole my heart?
You’re not a stranger anymore,
You’ve carved a place in me.

I saved your love notes,
In case they’re the last you’ll ever write.
I saved your voice notes,
In case I never hear you again.

You said you’d return
When you stood on your own two feet.
I pray to God
You find your peace.
This poem is about the bittersweet cycle of how strangers can become lovers, only to drift back into being strangers again. It reflects on the fleeting yet profound connections we make with others—those who leave marks on our hearts that can’t be erased.

It’s also a meditation on holding onto moments of intimacy, even as they fade, through love notes and voice messages that become echoes of what once was. There’s a mix of hope and sorrow here, a prayer for someone’s peace even as their absence lingers. It’s a reminder of how love can transform, sometimes staying with us even when the person does not.
Mays Benatti May 2023
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe,
A beautiful, organic chaos.
Grateful for the lessons,
I drift in a pool of elysium.

A wounded healer in progress,
Prancing on a satin thread,
Woven with multidimensional facets.

Allow me to amend the social poison
Flowing within this boundless vessel.
A reflection on the interplay between the chaos of existence and the beauty of healing and growth. I speak to the journey of a “wounded healer” navigating lessons in a universe of infinite complexity. Comes from my life lessons
Mays Benatti Jun 2021
I found a place of solitude inside my mind,
Self  reflection teeters on the line.
I speak my affirmations, shaping my manifestations,
Satisfaction on the road to attraction.

Through universal connection, I feel it rise,
Flowing gently through my consciousness.
I am your daughter, twin flame, friend,
Teacher or lover—it matters not in the end.

For we are all made of stardust and matter,
And that is the piece that truly matters.
This poem is a reflection on self discovery, spiritual growth, and the interconnectedness of all beings. It emphasises the power of affirmations and manifestations as tools for transformation, guided by the law of attraction. The universal connection described through relationships, whether as a daughter, twin flame, or friend—highlights the fluidity of roles and how they all stem from the same cosmic essence. It’s a gentle reminder of our shared origin in stardust and the profound significance of that unity.
Mays Benatti Jun 2021
I shut my eyes,
Tapping into my imagination.
Intangible memories,
Just figments for now.

Hold me tight—
Don’t let my eyes flutter.
I’m staying here;
I don’t want to leave.

I’ll see you soon,
Across these seas
Or maybe in my dreams.

Ocean tides,
Broken promises,
And we sip on burnt tea.
This poem reflects on the delicate space between imagination and reality, where longing and memories intertwine
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