#womensmonth
A flower girl always not in love
Her words bleeds painful terms
Her mouth scented like rotting worms
Her mind full of words that can burn
She express her feelings like thorns
She doesn't travels to the unknown
She protects her value and worth
Because she is scared
Scared of people hurting her
She was broken, but suddenly
A flower boy confessed
Flower boy showed her love
And after flower boy showed his true love
A flower girl sometimes can be in love
Her words now runs like a river full of flowery words
Her mouth now scented like a perfect perfume that lasts
Her mind now once that can burn now it can make their love in flame
She only express her feelings like she is,
A flower girl.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
A beautiful victim
of poisonous greed,
hurt, ***** abused
but was known to be
a monstrous villain.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
I am a woman...
Oh woe man!
Woman, I am...
Whooo man!
Woman, me...
Wow that man!
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
The black woman is more valuable to the earth than diamonds or gold
She is powerful, strong, she is fire providing warmth to those in the cold
The black woman is more beautiful than the sand in the Caribbean sea
Her eyes shine brighter than the red of a ruby
The black woman is the only one born with the capabilities of raising black boy to black man in America
The only one that has proven herself strong enough to brace the cold winds of slavery, systematic racism and oppression
The black woman, her heart divine, her soul connected to the divine
The black woman, her womb a mine of gold, constantly being robbed
Lives constantly being stolen, We care about black lives outside the womb, but what about within. More lives being taken from us, what about our next of kin?
Why do we keep falling for America's sin?
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
#5 | 31 Poems for August
You don’t know who to run to, who to run from or if you should be running at all.
You don’t seem like your usual self, is there anyone that I could call?
Love, the media is not a true standard of beauty.
I wish you would stop measuring yourself according to their scale.
You’re still beautiful, it’s just that their perspective has changed.
You’re ashamed of the bitter woman you almost became.
They taught you how to succumb to the pain and shame.
They taught you how to hate every bit of yourself.
Made you believe that you’d look and feel better if you conformed to the absurd standards of someone else.
They should’ve taught you that the presence of another woman’s beauty is not the absence of your own.
Embrace your crooked smile and all your perfect imperfections.
Stop seeking validation and start loving yourself unconditionally.
Never let the world turn your starry sky into a ceiling.
Wear your crown proudly and embrace the queen that you are.
In a sky full of constellations, you’ll always be someone’s favourite star.
You are ashamed of the bitter woman you almost became.
They taught you how to succumb to the pain and shame.
You are still beautiful, it’s just that their perspective has changed.
No matter what the media says you will always remain beautiful to me.
Always.
“Self-love angers people who hate themselves and she understood that at length.” – Flex Boogie
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC