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Sarah Salako Oct 2016
i know i tell you i love you everyday,
but that doesn't even come close to what i'm trying to say,
you are my idol,
your strength and wisdom is mountainous,
you are beautiful,
your smile is marvelous,
you understand me when no else does,
you never turn your back on me even when the world does,
you keep me above the water though i almost sink in despair,
you taught me the love of god when my soul was bare,
my mother is a queen,
her head never bowed,
if you meet her eyes,
you might just cowl,
but if you look closer and try to see what I see,
love is plentiful for all not just me,
so mother this is one of my many poems to you,
i will write about you forever,
for you are my star.
This is a poem to my mother I hope you guys like it... and she does too ;D
Sarah Salako Oct 2016
you are beautiful
despite the harsh lashes that society gives
you truly are

your eyes come in countless shades of browns, greens and blues
such beautiful blues yet i only hear a sorrowful tune

your hair is wondrous
it either reaches to caress the rays of the sun or falls to flow with the oceans tides

your skin
as pale as freshly fallen snow or packed with melanin so thickly the night turns to you in despair

you are beautiful
don't believe otherwise
This is a poem inspired by Rupi Kaur about beauty. Everyone is unique and that is beauty in its purest form
Sarah Salako May 2016
she watched her move
gracefully and quiet
she moved with purpose
but she remained silent
her eyes betrayed her though

HOLLOW eyes pierced into mine
they reflected my future
they dug out my past
i stared back at the endless pits that seemed to draw me in
and reached out a hand to save us both

i touched glass because i was looking in the mirror
she was my reflection and her touch was cold
her tears trickled down her face
sad
angry
confused

we stared endlessly
Sarah Salako Feb 2017
before i sleep swear to visit my dreams,
whisper broken promises up on my lips let me inhale the poisoned fumes,
i won't stop you,
i will love you,
deeper,
harder,
i will become blind to the lies,
unfeeling to the ties that bind my soul to yours,
you stole my heart,
and refused to give me yours.
Inspired by one of the poems on the LEMONADE album. Hope you like it.
Sarah Salako Nov 2016
growth is a process,
a slowly setting lingering process,
'growing up' is something i have always feared,
looking back and missing my youthful years,
only to be confronted by the struggles of adulthood,
wanting to stay inside my mother's embrace,
but growth is a process that always takes place.
the process of growing up through the eyes of fearful youths
Sarah Salako Jul 2017
it's so easy to lose yourself when surrounded by people,



unable to truly express yourself and how you feel,



stretching out your hand but no one grabs hold,
until.





they do.
haven't written a poem for months. Was lost now I am found
Sarah Salako Oct 2018
the colours are more vivid than I remember,
Reds, oranges and yellows dance across the sky,
Clouds brushing past in awe hoping to pick up the hues of sunset,
Dance,
Dancing,
Watch,
Watching time has come and gone,
The stars ask if I’ve had the time of my life,
...I have
The best way to spend my final day.
Now eternal rest.
I hope the last day is a day of peace, joy and reflection. On both the positive and negative and understanding that our stories can influence the future generation. We know nothing about what the future holds but what we do know is that it holds the hopes and dreams of the newborns.
Sarah Salako Jun 2016
the momentary silence is piercing,
the laughs and screams of joy fade into nothing,
i look at the passing clouds as they float on by without a momentary glance,
i see the joy in our eyes and we eat, laugh and drink like this moment is our last,
we pass through the streets as if we have no thoughts of anything else in that moment,
because time is golden and i sold mine away for a dime!
Sarah Salako Jan 2017
i see the world in her eyes,
she is mother earth,
her skin the colour of the richest earth bringing forth a plentiful harvest,
her limbs long; beautiful and they flow like the waves calm and graceful but capable,
her hips wide bearing the greatest fruit; you; me and what shall be,
her feet are rooted strong and steady,
from her lips come the gentle winds or the thunderous storms.
mother nature in all her wonders
this poem is inspired by some imagery by Sara Golish.
Sarah Salako Nov 2017
If I was to sit here and tell you my pain we’d be here for hours,
Pain is inevitable,
For some endless,
For me a darkness and lingers in the back of my mind waiting for a moment to envelop me in a blanket so heavy I have no way out,
I have to wait.
For someone outside that darkness to just whisper my name so I can swim up and just breathe.

This darkness is wide,
Even as I cry out to this darkness it has no sympathy,
My pain is mean,
Heartless,
My struggle is its joy,
My hurt is relief,
My sorrow is a sweet aroma to the stretch of my happiness,
Yes, I smile. A lot in fact,
But is it real?
I’m the best actress you’ve ever seen,
My smile is laced with the pain; darkness; hurt and sorrow that you will never see so, please!

Allow me to grieve for the happiness I can’t feel. I forgot how it feels, it’s numb but pain...
You’ve all but won.
This poem is about darkness. Keep a look out for the light
Sarah Salako Jul 2016
let these words speak to your heart,
your soul,
your mind,
to you,
i may not be what you envision,
i may not be your marilyn monroe,
i may not be your eva longoria,
but i'm as sharp as the thorn on a rose,
i rose from your uncertainty,
faster than you thought,
i'll let you know i'm not perfect,
i'm perfectly imperfectly,
i'm the definition of imperfect,
but that's not what will show,
my grace,
my smile,
my eyes,
my style,
maya angelou said it best,
but i'm the perfect woman for you.
My first poem of July!! This is a poem of empowerment, no one is perfect but embrace it as you. That it is okay to be you accept that and you can find your ultimate happiness
new
Sarah Salako Feb 2020
new
i feel new,
i no longer have chains holding me down,
i no longer feel like i have to take my time,
hold my tongue; be a good girl now,

i feel new,
i can stretch my arms i won't me a brick wall,
taunting me; i want out but they hate when i am free,

i feel new,
i can feel the sun on my skin, the rain on my lips,
the wind in my hair, the love in your kiss,

i am new,
no longer in the past,
i am the future,
i'm more than happy with that.
this is the first poem i've written in a long time. Most of my poems have been really dark so i wanted to draw back the curtain and let the sun in
Sarah Salako May 2016
If you want me to be the one,
Then I won't be...
If you don't I will be on you as a hurricane to land,
I am not an acquisition,
I am your plague that you will love for all of your days,
Dazed... Confused I understand nothing,
Yet everything makes sense,
But we've still forgotten,
I will come unannounced. Unknown. Irrelevant.
But you will surrender to this ailment.
I love you my dear.
Sarah Salako Feb 2019
now that i am older,
i am faster,
stronger,
braver,
now that i am older,
i am wittier,
prettier,
probably,
possibly,
definitely,
shitier,

i can help it now i am older,
i will continue to get older,
till i am frail,
pale,
meek,
made obsolete,
they just want to press delete,
i am a burden to the nation of youths,
so wide-eyed and bushy tailed with determination,
endless possibilities,
that will come to an end,
because,
like me,
you will get older,
i promise like me,
pale and meek and obsolete,
someone somewhere,
will press delete.
we all get older in the end
Sarah Salako Jan 2017
allow our minds to collide in a kaleidoscope of thoughts,
fear and love intertwined like overgrown ivy vines racing to the moon arms stretched out grabbing at the beams bursting.
peacefully we lay here in our own silence.
quietly
Sarah Salako May 2016
I remember remembering you. us. them,
I stared blankly at the passing clouds as they didn't even spare me a glance and moved away,
I tried to follow them. But they were oddly cluster and identical in appearance. I was a rain cloud among them. Just. like. you.

so.
i remember those idle memories they men nothing but stand for everything. it never makes sense so like me... stare blankly and remember there's nothing there
Sarah Salako May 2016
Say it.
Say it before I do,
Because if I do.
Your worst dreams will come true...
Ha!
Oh please don't mind me,
I'm laughing at your insolence,
You never heed my words,
The are like white noise in the darkness yet you never see them,
They are the white light at the end of the tunnel but you never reach for them,
My words are honest and true,
All I speak is the truth,
So say IT,
"...I want freedom"
"Good. That's it"
This is a poem for everyone to interpret in their own way. I really hope you enjoy it
Sarah Salako May 2017
what do you do when you feel stuck in a bubble?
your voice is muffled along with your cries,

this bubble of mine lets things in but is adamant against letting anything out,
so my space is filled; crowded; overflowing and completely overtaken by everyone- but me,
i reserved a spot for myself in the furthest corner of my mind,
put my body on auto and just... watch

i burn numb.

heated and unfeeling.

i'm alive
right?

i'm the living dead.
and now i'm withering away
Sarah Salako Aug 2018
Have I ever dreamt of the sunrise? The new dawn, with it thoughts and opportunities.

Have I ever confessed my love of the sunrise?
Your image in my head,
Your breath softly caressing my skin unknown to you as you are unknowning to the world sleeping beside me.

The fresh morning breeze,
Whistle of the leaves,
The joy of the trees.

My heart belongs now to the sunrise.
The unknown yet known.
What lies ahead...
Take my hand. Inhale.

Exhale.

Come with me.
This has got to be my favourite poem I've written this year so I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy
Sarah Salako Jun 2016
is it okay to follow these trends,
do you want to continue to bend to the fads in society,
i'm not one of those who preach about anarchy or being enlightened,
but allow me to shed a light on this issue,
because it is a disease that is slowly killing our youth,
because YOUTH is a prime time,
we find out who we are,
what we wanna be,
completely undefined by the externalities,
you see thats the purpose of out youth,
to find us.

but the need for Michael kors and a versace purse,
has clouded the minds of the innocent recipients,
they know it's wrong but purse their lips to be as popular as that other *****,
guys want cars and the latest sneakers,
girls need MAC and Victoria secrets,
it's ok to want nice things,
but when you let it define who you are,
you have nothing left
The truth shall set you free
Sarah Salako Jul 2017
i love you,
i truly do.

i love your eyes as they gaze down at me i see my reflection in your stare,
i see you see me.

your lips as they caress my name lovingly falling from you,
i revel in the moment.

your touch.
how it ignites my heart sending it racing trying to burst from my chest.
an answer to your call.

how i love you,
i truly do.
love is complex and simple.
Sarah Salako Mar 2017
i hid behind a mask everyday,
my true emotions unseen,
i smile at you with crying eyes,
but you could never notice that.

after all these years my mask started to fade,
that porcelain smile turned to dust and blew far far away,
anger
sorrow
...fear all now on full display.
what about your happiness?
it flew away.
Sarah Salako Mar 2016
Although I despair about the time we shared,
I just can't hate you-
For you gave me confidence to chase after the wind,
Like a lullaby you are ever so sweet,
I hope some day in the future when we meet,
We can reminisce-
Youth is golden,
Just like time,
For the time we spent together,
I will forever adore you.
Sarah Salako Mar 2016
My cup is half empty,
His is half full,
Mine is full of forgotten dreams-

He stole mine too,
His voice was my siren at sea,
So I drew nearer knowing full well,
He won't hesitate to sink me,
And he does killing me softly,
The fugees forsaw my fate,
I'm at his beck and call-

Won't he let me go.
Let. Me. Fall
My poems are never whole
Sarah Salako Nov 2014
What does black history month mean to me,

Slavery and freedom,

A race fighting for equality,

The rusted chains and blood stained whips,

Over 400 years of this abominable cycle,

Love thy neighbor the words silenced in the bible,

I have a dream,

The dream that came true,

But only through the spilt blood of the innocent,

Their families left singing the blues,

Black history month is a month of the forgotten truth,

How one man's greed became a nation's nightmare,

And how we as humans must dream of freedom and equality too.
Sarah Salako May 2016
their gazes cut silently at my flesh,
they wish me nought but pain and death,
i breathe in deep in hopes of inner-peace,
but come up short as their claws pierce my skin,
see my words create images in your head,
so remember this as you lay your head,
words can heal just as easily as they can ****.

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