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eliana Aug 6
You're too…

There is nothing wrong with you
You are kind
You know just what to do
You're too…

Your not “too” anything
I don’t know what to think
You're too…

I am not pretty enough for you
But when you talk about your life
I want to be part of it
You're too…

I’m too…
You're just…
I'm not…
You are just…
You're too…

I don't know why
you look into my eyes like that
Are you trying to make me fall head over heals
In love with someone who could never love me
You're too…

When you talk I want to get closer
What is wrong with you
Thats just it there is nothing
You're too…

I am mad
But I can't be
You are just so wonderful
To get mad would be like getting mad
At an angel
You're too…

What is wrong with me
I don't know how to look at you without blushing
Without feeling like I am an ugly creature
I want this to stop
You're too…

Stop this now
I hate it
I hate…
I could never hate you
Even if you left me to die
I don't think I could
You're too…

God help me I’m falling into temptation
This man is breaking my heart
And making me happier than ever
Stop asking questions
I don't want you to know about me
I…
I want to know about you
You're too…

I hate the sound of my voice
you speak don’t make me please
I love your voice more than life itself
Uuggh
You're too…

Please don't look at me
Please don't look away
Stop staring
Please stare
You're too…

Don't ask me to dance
Please don't let me dance with anyone but you
I don't want to be in your arms dancing
Because I might make a fool out of myself
Don't let go
You're too…

I despise y…
I desire you
I dont ever want to see y…
I want to see you every day
You're too…

Stop looking at me like that
What did I do wrong
Don't touch my face
Don't move the hair away from my eyes
So I can see those eyes…
You're too…

Would you…
Could you…
Please…
You're too…

You're just too…
You are too…

You’re too perfect
gosh. this boy is sending me mixed signals i hate itt.
Ya hachu skazat— ya ochin tupoy.
Ya ni znayu kak nayti ma-yo zutdba.
Moy Bog. post budit Chronie Chelovek, kak eta krasivya Luna.
Ya magu begat.
Ya magu mnogo sdelat'.
Ya adeen chelovek, chto lubit Chornaya Luna.

.

I want to say— I am very stupid.
I do not know how to find my own destiny.
My God, let it be a Black Person, like a beautiful Moon.
I can run.
I can do a lot.
I am one person, who loves the Black Moon.
Confessional. A deep confessional.
Lizzie Apr 23
A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth
Something about her skin
Too dark to be white
Not dark enough to be her heritage.

A girl whose skin is too light
Her hair not black enough
A girl wearing American clothes
Living the American way.

Little mixed girl
Who doesn’t even speak the language
Of her grandfather

Fake little mixed girl
Who talks about being Indian
To actually feel connected
To her culture

Yet, she knows it’s a lie
She doesn’t celebrate Diwali.
She doesn’t know traditions

Little mixed girl
Who isn’t ethnic enough
To get offended over slurs

Fake little mixed girl
Who knows her ancestors
Look down upon her
Whitewashed self
And feel nothing but shame.

Fake little mixed girl
Pretending to be something she’s not.
Heidi Franke Dec 2024
"Right under the skin it lingers
Sitting alone in a field laced with nevers
The stockings were hung but they fell off the wall
The tearful shedder from whom you depart
God,why is the stairway so high

Hate locks the door to the heart
Within that gloomy volume
true wisdom would not
give desperation
a chance to grow
And passions are cooled to absolute zero
And chimpanzee bookies
Lay odds on your death
Over/Under 2 weeks

I knew there was a turn
but it never turned up
Remnants find their way to the floor
A soak in the rain
Casting light through
all my shadows
Our perfect shaped stone in the dark of night
Leaving your soup of hope in Everything you touched
A day for lions will come

Squirrels came out of nowhere
My face gets
sticky
To the point you come out richer than you were before
The cold kept me in today
Captivated by captivity
I only let her skim the surface
But I see too much, scratching out your eyes
I write to be free, flows right out of me
She let love lead, soft, slow and brave
And the spark off a sparrows wing
All of them
In their wonder
Are on my side"
These are lines from poetry on Hello Poetry from a variety of poets. Randomly put them together. Mixing up the norm though there is none. The poets are below. A line stands on its own hitching a ride. Hope you have fun reading.

J Betts, Cloudy daze, Lizzie Bevis, S-Zaynab-kamoonpury, Carlo C Gomez, Thomas Case, Glenn Currier, old poet MK , G Alan Johnson, Pradip Chattopadhyay, BLT, Otuogbodor Okeibunor, Weeping willow, Maddy, Lawrence Hall, Rob Rutledge, Belinda S Richmond, Silent Echo, Jimmy Silker, Liana.
KHY Dec 2024
there is a ****** tension
between my ego and my self-loathing

they both love to **** each other,
it's almost alarming

looking in the mirror I'm so alluring,
I could blow a kiss

while plotting to sedate myself,
to fabricate a bliss

I legalize hate for myself
to encourage my fouling

I pollute the good in me,
so why would it surround me?
Kris Fireheart Sep 2024
I know not my worth;
I am worthless.

I live only for pleasure;

And nothing worth less.



I know not my goals,

For one who has none,

No purpose or privelege,

Only but fun.



I know not my sins;

I'm sure there are many;

And to all my kin,

A drink for a penny,



Of thought; enough

Or to raise up a cup;

Forgotten, besotten,

Yet still I wake up.
A little bit of depression and honesty mixed in one. It's all true.
Mikaera Sep 2024
Do you see my long good hair
My golden skin
My slanted eyes
Yes, I'm Mixed
I'm totally the prettiest girl here
I mean come on,
I'm mixed

You ******* wish you were me
Your man wants me
I'll ****** him up quick,
Yes, I'm Mixed
Call me a ***** you're just jealous

I'm mixed
This is how you portray me
I'm only pretty because I'm mixed
I'm only loved because I'm mixed

you say I don't understand being a black woman
My mommas black, my grandmother black and the mother before her was black too
Am I not black and a woman?
that's how she raised me
I understand that black women are treated the worst
I know black women aren't protected
I know black women are under valued
Unappreciated, Abused, used  
I know that black women are strong as ****
I know they're beautiful
I know that they're the blueprint for every Kardashian and Jenner

You say I don't understand the real struggle of being black
I'm not black enough to understand
I don't know how to be black

You say I'm white washed because the way I talk
You say I'm not black because
I don't equate ghetto with being black
I know what my ancestors went through
They fought for our freedom
They fought for equality
They fought for our education
They fought for every opportunity that we have today
I Know our ancestors didn't fight for us to just be equated with ghetto

Yes, I'm mixed
This doesn't excuse the other race of me
They say I'm not Asian enough too
I fight with them too

I'm tired of not fitting in
I'm tired of people nitpicking my percentage
I'm tired of fighting my own identity
I'm tired of being told I'm only special because I'm mixed

I'm Mixed
That doesn't make me special
So, go on tell me what I am
See me how you want to see me
What you say won't change who I am
It doesn't make me any less of what I am
A black and Asian woman or
An Asian and black woman

Yes, I am mixed
Daylight 4U2C Mar 2023
Something different burrows in my skin,
tells me I am kin, but I am not- but I am.
Something different swirls atop my head and feels so close as I am led, but so far- but I am.
Something different tugs and tells from different mouths who to be and what to do but I do what I do and- I am.
Something different shoots fire across the sky and gas across the streets as they fight or they flee and I see that- I am.
Something different is the 'gangs' against gangs with silver tongues and lined gold pockets, shedding dignity and love to live and- I am.
Something different is learning what I don't know and understanding what I didn't experience because I may not look it, I may not always feel it- but I know it.
I am.

I am milk in a coffee, but the milk isn't me.
My experience isn't pure coffee bean or soy vegan extra foam.
I am a latté.
Stirred with flavor and flow so I know as I grow I am what I am and-
I am me.

Something different is in my bones and brains and story.
Not black, not white. Not day or night.
I am the between.
I am the grey.
I am something different-
and that's okay.
birdy May 2022
eyes a steely blue
skin a bone white
the lights red and blue
the air taut and tight
my fathers skin is brown
mine is fair and white

the white man calls the fuzz
the neighbors are a buzz
the man reported kidnap
feels just like a slap
we've been caught
in the white man's trap
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