Shukorina

Shukorina Dec 2011

When walking through the woods
I heard him.
He spoke simple,concise.
Words more harsh then arctic winds
drifting past my heart.
No real pain though,
I was so cold my body was numb.
He had become a raw irritation.
With a smile on his face
He took his ax,
split my confidence like birch wood,
sprinkled the kindling of my ego
around me.
“It’s just not what i thought it would be,
I hope we can still be friends.”
He never told me what he though it was.

Shukorina Dec 2011

Confusion.

When walking down the street
I have a tendency to get looks
an eye glance here and there
I don’t mind it to much
it means I’m special
it’s when the glances come with ignorance
my mind has a tendency to get flustered.
that’s when it hits.
and I’m the lost one
because I refuse to be seen as one thing
since my speech and race don’t seem to quite match
I apparently have an identity crisis
but that’s cool
I realize my worth is more then in my skin
I don’t mean to be indignant
but I refuse to not be heard
There is more to my identity
then the complexion that was placed on me
a wise guy once said
                                                                                                  “we are the people every one wants to be like,
                                                                                                                     but never the people you want to be”
while I understand that all colors don’t really make a rainbow,
I know they can still blend to make art
create beauty in whats become this ugly world
and instead of catching the falling hate
                                                                                                                             throw out love
                                                                                                                        passion
                                                                                                                excitement
                                                                                                     Acceptance...
and understand what is
or change it to make what needs to be
                                                     I consider myself a Woman
                                                                                         I know that I'm a Friend
                                                          I  try to be  a Learner
                                                                                        I will be a Lover
But I will not be considered to be anything other
THEN WHAT I AM!
**** that
just to clear up the confusion
                                                                                                    I
                                                                                                         am not
                                                                                                                       a *Color.

Supposed to be spoken word, so i figured the formatting might help your hear me more then read me.

Shukorina Dec 2011

The Twilight Phase

I never understood why God made Pain.
why he would sends trials which break you,
bring you to a brink that one can’t help but fall from
why the Relief hit so hard after
how lights seemed so much Brighter
after the final push though
the Sun’s rays felt so much Warmer
then it occurred to me.
It’s Always Darkest Before The Dawn.

Shukorina Dec 2011

Infamy and Simplicity

Infamy.
When gaining infamy
what comes to mind,
a ***** deed or two,
self acts or other
things that revolt rather then compel.
I never saw innocence being cause to the torch,
while most women are known for giving to much,
I’m known for what I refused to share.
Perhaps infamy is the wrong word.
What makes it so difficult for them to understand.
It baffles me.
Its quite simple.
Well thats it.
Why won’t I give it up,
well,
Simplicity.

Shukorina Nov 2011

Questions That Bubble

Ask
Ask again
keep Asking
see what you find
no broken hearts,
perhaps
a few bitter words
Ask again,
but now
I'm going to Ask something of you
hand me no nothings that temporarily light up the room
no false hoods which end in the dark
No need for charms
for I don’t seek love tales
when reaching out
be it only for me
so I know
that no matter what
we are always within grasp of each other
love my heart beat like rhythmical music
a tune which should sync
at least one day
but please
if you want to know what I want
just
Ask.

Shukorina Nov 2011

Dear Teddy Bear Solider

Be careful when fighting
what rumbles beneath my bed,
what only appears when sight is gone
Understand that while I have men
I only really believe in you staying forever.
While off at the battle of my silly girl emotions,
you seem to be the only one who,
when even fighting for me
remains in my arms.

Shukorina Nov 2011

The end of a Fairytale.

Once upon a time
There was four lovelies
four ladies who synced as one
fell into each other by luck and happen stance
for which they felt thankful
then the winds began to change
hit by the rains of men
and the winds of arrogance
struck down by to firm a belief in forgiveness
which left their hearts more then one mistake ago
once upon a time
There was Four lovelies
still lovely they may be
but synced they are not
lost in singularity which
once upon a time
they hated so
once upon a time
There Was Four lovelies
who broke their own ties with each other
separated and alone they all felt
now lost
in what was once a beautiful garden
which became a grotesque forest
instead of love and memory growing
Contempt and Petty grievances Festered
There Once Was Four
Four Lovelies
I say Once because they are no longer One.

— The End —