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Sehar Bajwa May 2020
" you're not mature enough to handle it"
so apparently, I'm old enough to handle a back-breaking amount of schoolwork, the stress of living up to your expectations and that of two dozen relatives, the standards of a dysfunctional society, but NOT one, single BOY.

2. " it distracts you from your studying"
well no, not really.
Do you know what really is distracting, though? having to keep your favourite people a secret. all day every day. The anxiety of being discovered gnaws at your very existence. Deleted chats, deleted phone logs, deleted feelings. suppressing your emotions long enough to brainwash myself into thinking I don't care about him anymore. and YOU think I'm acting differently these days?

3. " it's not part of our culture."
since when did love become a foreign commodity? we are but robots with our hearts switched off till the age of 20. And when a trail of incomplete relationships shadows us everywhere, we're left fending for ourselves. Just cos no one taught us to love others right.
work in progress
Ghostt May 2020
I can’t explain the way you make me feel
It’s almost as if it’s all too real
Scared to look deep in those brown eyes
Afraid of all the possible lies
I know your scared too
I’m scared to fall In love with you
What if I already have?
Do you even feel half?
Half of what I feel?
I’m to scared for this to be real.
Grace Apr 2020
I said I’d love you as long as my hair was brown...

I dyed my hair today
Lilly F Apr 2020
upon his eyes, i read in the reflection his story
i see the memories, the fearful nights, the noisy mornings
and the nights worth of words appear on his skin as he shivers under my living touch
he isn't friends with the wicked, he's been taken hostage by it
he's not cold, not ruthless,
only perceived this way
by those whose heads live in the luscious clouds of the heavens
while his mind is rooted in the earth
and his eyes
they're empty, pleading, hoping, yet accepting
his pools of polluted oceans hold more trauma than others
and it takes one to know one


©L.F.
trauma shapes you, but does not have to define you.
Cox Apr 2020
Orange, yellow and brown.
Is what fills my ground.
Autumn gold. Orange leaves.
Sunflower petals. And the brown seeds.
This was just a typical Autumn dream.
Grace Mar 2020
Why
Why is it
That when I see
any
other
girl
I think, “oh! She’s so pretty!”

Why is it
I describe
Other people’s eyes
As
oceans
forests
streams
But mine are just ***** dishwater?

Why is it
I must change my hair
Damage it
Color it
In order for it to make me happy?

Why is it
That I am
my own
worst
critic?
I believe everyone is beautiful, why can’t I believe it about myself?
Mena Mulugeta Feb 2020
time and time again
They've trapped us in a box
When this life gives us
multiple opportunities
to now grab our mind
and unlock these locks.
We can’t chain ourselves
to complacency and
root ourselves into
a negative mentality.
They have
physiologically conformed
us to feel what this world
wants.
Rooting us In fear
and not faith but anxiety
and insecurity, hatred but
not joy, innovation, and
LOVE
but depression
and failure don’t you see

they’re working hard
& motivated to define
      our ability.
Do you not see what
they’ve done, how
they are working hard
to steal our identity
by ultimately manipulating
us to think it’s okay
to Sulk into
comparison to others.
I tell you this
that this is the enemy
scheme captivating us
to not experience our
true ability to debilitate
us to not
see our courage
Evolution & journey.

America the Capital of
capitalism has
has compartmentalized
us dividing us,
by our ethnicity, our
nationality even a little
more concerning
engraving that If education
Wasn’t easy all along
It is
not a necessity.
It is not your destiny
to success but
it is a foundation for
change to not
keep us hostage in a
fixed mindset.  
       SO
Let’s produce
EXCELLENCE
My beautiful Brown.
LOVING PEOPLE
please yearn to
Grow in self education.
Don’t you remember
our history our people
Were ripped away from
this privilege we
have right here
our people were
    ripped away
from their heritage
ripped from
their culture
brothers and sisters
don’t be conformed
to ignorance
Educate your mind
feed your soul
Understand
what this World
is trying to portray
as whole please please
stay alarmed
my beautiful brown people
Stay woke
Lejla Hott Jan 2020
rich soil
fleck with a bit of black
dark chocolate
parched summer soil
glossy chestnut brown
unvarnished oak
mahogany flecks
apple pips
varnished cork
dessert palm tree
flecks of acorn shell
his eyes
the most beautiful pair
of eyes
she has seen
Colm Jan 2020
Evident, conscious
Are your curls aware of me?
As I am captured
By a gentle turning lock
A wave in the subtle trees
Some writes are truly as simplistic as this. The girl in front of me had curly hair. The kind that greets you with a turn of the head and shimmers like leaves in the earthy autumn.

Very pretty.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
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