Too

Too is an opinion
Not a fact

Too varied just means varied with
Personal doubt dragging it down

There is no such thing as
Too intelligent
Too driven

Too doesn't make you weak.

I fight to be too.

You should fear too.

Some feedback I was given when being turned down for a new job.
Davneet kaur Jul 6

She doesn't own a fighter's body
Neither does she carry weapons
But the thing they have in common
Is... She has a fighter's heart
She fights for her daily bread
The world is her battlefield
She's a lionesses well challenged
Her battle is internal
Between her soul and her body
She chooses to work than to beg
The bread she earns is her trophy

Daisy Rae Jun 19

Her love spreads like wildfire
Even though lies do the same
The world has many things to say to her
Kind words never came
But her love continues to shine
Even in the darkest days
Her light will never be put out
There's too much love in her gaze

She is love.
JS Jun 12
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I'm not a writer
Gathering marvellous words
Spreading healing poems

I'm a fighter
Trying to survive
Avoiding bad omens

;

Though bruised and broken, she had not fallen.

She said,
You have a boomerang
H
          e
                 a
           r
t
That just doesn't know how to quit.

"Boomerang Heart" -JP

Benji James May 18

What happens when you've made,
All the mistakes you can make?
What happens when that part of you
That holds you up breaks?
What does it take
to make that part of you,
that you hate,
how do you make that fade?

Bless your soul
Your a rolling stone
Travelling down this,
long hard road
You use your inner strength
Yeah we got faith
We all know our
Trust in love
Is never misplaced

I've been killing off the demons
in my dreams
But they somehow come back
And grab a hold on me
How can I erase that pain?
How can I escape that fate?
When it's so deeply encrypted, into my brain?
Have you seen the strain I face?
Have you been to this place?
You know the part of you,
that you can't escape
There must be a way to clean the slate
Grab yourself an empty plate
So that you can start again
Or at least that's something I can dream

Bless your soul
Your a rolling stone
Travelling down this,
long hard road
You use your inner strength
Yeah we got faith
We all know our
Trust in love
Is never misplaced

I've seen the dark
Where red eyes linger
I've seen the fire
That burns away
the core of your soul
How can you come back from that all
We've all been low and knee deep
In the quicksand of life, it seems
But this is what happens
when you're buried six feet deep
And you're trying to get out
But you can't breathe
You've tried to use others
To get you out
But there only seems,
to be one way now
You need to dig your way out
Of this underground

Bless your soul
Your a rolling stone
Travelling down this,
long hard road
You use your inner strength
Yeah we got faith
We all know our
Trust in love
Is never misplaced

©2017 Written By Benji James

Dandelion spirit, and a thorny rose fighter.

You can't go carelessly picking up flowers without expecting one to be a biter.

For every petal that wilts, you'll get a sting.

Prickly thorns clinging to every single thing.

Nature can be soft and sweet, but in every beautiful landscape there is a nearby guarding beast.

You cannot deceive flowers, for you are already deceived.

The petals sheild a warrior, and their sword is hungry to feed.

for ashley, one of my closest friends in the world and perhaps the one i hold closest to my heart. sometimes my maternal instincts take over and i feel the need to protect you from everything i can, but then i remember, you are so much stronger than youre given credit for. i'm so proud of you! i love you! thank you for being apart of my life
raingirlpoet May 1

My name is irrelevant, my age I won’t share
but something’s been weighing on me
and I need you to care

See, my voice is small and often goes unheard
a minority, I am
don’t tell me it’s absurd

When you question my identity,
bring my shortcomings to light
when you tell me it’s nothing
and ask why must I fight?

I shake in my boots like a tree losing leaves
grow my hands into fists
my momma said kindness
so I fight like this

I fight for myself
I fight out of fear
I fight with my knowledge
when I sense ignorance lurks near

I fight for the hopeful
because hope still exists
I fight for the young
we will resist

You do not know of the nights we spend trembling,
waiting for good news to appear
but alas, come morn, good news or none
we whisper to the shadows
“yes, we are still here”

Yes
I am
still here

-z.z

resistance and all that jazz. the media is corrupt but that's not new.
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