i fancy
candle lit dinners
dresses that glitters
perfumes with flower odors

branded stilettos
unexpected rendezvous
but what fancy more
is you— only you

rise
in
your
darkest
times

for
everyone
is
entitled
to
be
weak
sometimes

to
burn
i     n
dismay
of one's
s    e     l    f


but
don't
forget
t      o
r i s e
above
t  h e
ashes

i ran out of words
don't worry only for a little while
the metaphors seemed to become out of style
the rhymes don't seem to rhyme
like the way it was--

and
i
don't
know
how
to
get
it
back.

I cannot seem to evade this sense of doom,
From the feeling of constantly failing when I was meant to bloom.

Dear Somebody Worth It

I write this barefooted
freely and open minded
no rhymes no foot prints
no sense but quite dense
with much appreciation
I still lack plenty of love
I feel provoked and evoked
by long lost memories
I feel revoked, by what we call
"mokes"

this so called "black" society
doing nothing good but constraining
the young "mokes", ridiculous!
what do we call this? anxiety?
unfortunately no matter how many times
we wear a mask and fake our smiles
no support denotes our true feelings
but this is life - let us not promote
depression, but suppression instead
With the true intentions of making
this world a better vacation

Dear Somebody Worth It
Stop breaking our hearts just
because you're broken inside
Let us not play games, let us grow
let us glow, let us be bold
Life's too short for shenanigans
May your broken heart repair
and sparkle in gold

Yours Truly

-Liaa

Rear view
mirror
fogs
with fear
familiar faces
disappear
I sing a melody
in hopes
you'll hear
You are there
& I am here