if you were a colour
then you would be blue
like a simple weding charm,
that i gave to you.

if you were a colour,
then you would be blue,
like a warm summer rain,
that falls on your curves.

if you were a colour ,
then you would be blue,
like an ocean calming wawes,
that sing me a blues.

if you were a colour ,
you could only be blue,
like a sadness in my lonely heart
when i think of you.

if you were a colour
you would be deep blue,
like the marble on your wedding dress,
when you said "i do".

if you were a colour
you'd be blue,
the colour of my heart
the colour of my solitude.

dipping, soaring. swerving
with sounds of their symphony
which they could only know
I hear, I listen
I see, I believe
with so few words to say
I wish I could say more

I'm so ******* unhappy
and I wish somebody could sit here
and tell me tomorrow will be better
but truthfully
I've been through so many tomorrows
and so many last nights
that no matter how many pretty words they whisper
nothing will change.
So close your eyes, my love, and I promise you
nothing will change.
And I'll keep walking slower
and not listening
because I've got nowhere to be and nothing to hear
in this god forsaken, obscurely dark world.

Don’t listen to the words coming out of my mouth
They are a rehearsal in the mirror everyday
Instead
Listen to the soft whispers of my heart
Telling you ever silent words
In my anger
My lips tell of frustration
In my happiness
My hands tell of a tender love in my soul
In my pain
My eyes tell of hurt
In my distress
My tears plead with you
To please listen
For the burden weighing on my shoulders
Is becoming too heavy to carry
Because you are not listening!

I don't look at everything I see

I don't see everything I look at

I don't Listen to everything I hear

I don't hear everything I listen too.

When you say racism doesn't exist, you are saying one of the most detrimental things you can say in our society. You are saying I know better. You are saying that it is okay. The things that you have experienced and the pain that you have felt is okay. Because I don't think it's real. I don't trust your experiences. I don't believe that you know more about what it is like to be you than I do. I don't care what history has to say. I don't care what you have to say. I don't trust you so your words don't matter to me. I don't trust you so your pictures, videos, interviews don't matter to me. When you say racism doesn't exist... What you're really saying is, "I still can't hear you."

And what then won't a person do to be heard?

I hate when the holidays are here....
I wish you were sround since ur someone I hold dear!

I lope ur day tomorrow will be spent well...
When a simple  "hi " from u would make my day....
But who am I kidding ?
This isn't a wishing well!!!

The dying flower
Wilting, rotting, crumbling
No one hears you fall

You can tell them what they wanna hear
Or tell them how it is
You can smile through their struggle
Or struggle to help them win