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Jun 2018 patricia

BURN

Jun 2018 patricia

Semicolon

BURN

You are made of stardust;
Your skin sparkles the way those stars do.
Your veins are made of the earth;
Your blood blooms flowers and leaves and trees.
Your breaths are made of the air of this planet;
You blow life into this world.
Your mouth, your lips are made of words;
You speak tales that nobody else feels.
Your eyes contain the universe in them;
They have stories to tell and stories to bury.
Your scars are made of the chronicles your life has lived;
They're constant reminders that you've felt emotions nobody has.
You are infinite.
How'd you think it's okay to burn yourself down?

~Semicolon

#self #love #infinite #infinity #universe #body #semicolon

Mar 2018 patricia

How to oppress the oppressor.

Mar 2018 patricia

Christine Paula Bello

How to oppress the oppressor.

I am a woman.
I am not soft, I will fight back.
I will not be oppressed.

I am a woman.
I am human, I am alive.
There is blood in my veins;
I am no puppet made only to be displayed.

I am a woman.
I have my own wills, I have my own desires.
I will dye my hair red to embody the fire.
Fire that burns, thrives, prevails,
fire that lives inside me.
–I will out burn even the sun itself.

I am a woman.
I am strong and I am large,
and I too, contain multitudes.
I will defy even the universe itself if I had to.

I am woman.
I am not made of man.
neither sand nor ash nor to dust shall I return.
I am made of my own systems,
and when I die, I will shake the heavens.

And I am a woman.
I will not be destroyed.
not by anyone, not by you.
(remember that I am perfectly capable of that,
all by myself.)

#feminism #empowerment #women #feminist

Jun 2017 patricia

the absurd & the void

Jun 2017 patricia

Macy Opsima

the absurd & the void

i use to think that the world was my oyster
until I remembered that i am as important
as i am useless.
the sun doesn't color the sky for my pleasure
and the air sure as hell doesn't arrive for my survival.
the universe still gives me reasons to be alive
but it doesn't give me the reasons why i should live.
theories upon theories
suggesting that one isn't cursed
to anything immortal
while another suggest that
the endless stretch of the universe
was made for absolutely nothing.
it is human to seek for meaning
and it is human to accept the impossibility of finding any.
but the glass will always be full of something
and maybe in a year or so, i'll be sure of this.
for now, i'll let the air speak
"it will be fine."

#existentialism #absurd #poetry #poem #writer #poet #prose #multiverse #void #acceptance

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