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She couldn’t bear to look
She couldn’t bear to see
She hid behind a wall of lies
To escape her own beliefs
She stayed shut in the dark
She couldn’t even peek
She was too scared to face it all
Without the words she dare not speak

But then I came along
Swept her off her feet
Taught her to be strong
Instead of always weak
She shed now; tears of joy
Things no longer felt so bleak
Introduced her to her self again
I thought the two should meet
She learned to face her fears
She no longer screamed retreat
She found the courage to stand up tall
And land back on her feet
This poem is symbolic of what I dealt with with my depression, and finding the correct medication that helped me find my true self.
Storm Aug 2020
I wish I was a pencil
So that when I do commit mistakes
I can always try to undo

But I realized
I'd preferably be a pen
It cant be erased
but I can always thrive...

to correct it
Dont let urself be defined by ur mistakes. Always remember to make use of it as an avenue to grow and correct it. I know its hard to do but someday u'll realize that what im saying is true. DONT LET UR MISTAKE DEFINE YOU. Grow little seed
Chandy Feb 2020
Chose a path
.
.
.
How do I know it's the right one?
.
.
.
Is there a correct path?
.
.
.
Never learned how to do this stuff...
cmp Dec 2019
as willed though what not
so will as if mind revealed
through thought nor notion
disclose

adrift nor uplift ye
don't fret as seem
though just is then
as just was not now

forsake moment
prevail over sec
offer up minute
til hour assimilate ye

thus get back cost of experience at no risk
now take on encountered tisk tisk loss
to wake upon actuality
not to go down as reality

hear ye without guidance induce self reliance
hear ye without purpose ensue self independent theorem
that'll inevitably defy another's embraced misgiving or pacify norm
now steadfast and conform oneself
though lucid measures over means
that'll impede another's undisciplined self impact from affecting ye
face-ace
M Solav Jul 2019
I wanna make it simple
But it ain't
Though it is.

I thought it'd be easier
If I stopped
But I kept going.

I tried to correct the course
But no excuse
Could be admitted.

So I keep on writing
Just to seem
Like I knew it all along.
Written in July 2019


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__________
It is not wrong to be white
and to have dreadlocks
Though,
you may look like a pleb
but you offend me not
Nor would it offend
a black rastafarian man
of a temperate manner

I don't know any women
with white skin and
straight hair that get offended
by afro-caribbean women
wearing a straight weave
You're all just too soft now,
you're all just pet peaves

Stop getting offended
on behalf of other people
that don't even take offence
Excuse me,
whilst I build a fence
around myself hombre
Not to keep me here
but to keep you at bay

Cultural appropriation
doesn't exist
Cultural misappropriation
doesn't exist
You're all just
champagne socialists
You should get over it

Yes, you mate
The one that thinks
he's above
everyone
and must decide what is
politically correct
and whose life matters

In the end all this is
is a series of cultural
exchanges and we're
all wading through ****

Face it.
A bit of salty food for thought.
neth jones Jul 2018
Plummet-less
I feel gummy
I do 'the correct thing'
and move on ;
tutored
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2018
Nobody is correct in the end,
is always proved to be correct.
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