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 Feb 2018 The Black Beast
Leena
Different by color
But the same inside
Always kept separated

Making my rebellion
To those who say they own me
Because I am not property

Everyday is a fight
Working for no money
Night and day

Family torn apart
Whipping for trying to run
One day I will be free

Invisible and forgotten
By those who are above us
Nothing but a waste of their money when we're free

Those who treat us as equal
Are the ones who freed us from this terrible life
Are our saviors forever

Some of us will never find our family
We will adopt the children torn from their families
We are free without knowing our rights
So are we truly free
I wrote this when we were learning about African American history
It came crashing down like a tsunami on the shore of my soul
One second it was quiet and calm
And the next I am swimming helplessly, struggling to stay afloat
Listening closely to the sound of your voice, as if it was a psalm

And did I dare swim into the depths,
Although I knew not what laid below?
Or, did I stay swimming forward, taking shorter breaths,
Waiting to get consumed by its darkness slow

And the distance between us spoke to me
As it became harder to hear your song
Its tempting whispers beckoning me deep into the sea
Its words echoing in my mind like the sound of a gong

Should I have searched for you in the storm, among the debris?
Or is it better that I gave into the distance, allowing it to pull me beneath.
One second,
One misstep.
The coffee mug,
full to the brim,
CLATTERS down.
Sweet, creamy bean water
RUSHES across the room.
I groan,
FUUUCK.
I tiptoe around the massive puddle.
Cleaning begins.
Scrub scrub,
spray,
scrub, scrub.
I settle back down.
Annoyed at the smell
of alcoholic lemons.
There you lie sleeping
Cherubic face
My eyes, my cheeks
My neuroses
I whisper in your ear
sweet one
words of love
And affirmations

So untouched and pure
Yet time will take its toll,
   that I know
The world will break you
   and taint you
And you will soon be mine no more

You will forget these moments
when I hold you
and guide you, singing
songs that fade into dark
songs I hope remain
imprinted on your heart

Here you lie sleeping
precious one
Your eyes, your cheeks
Your spirit
I whisper in your ear
despite my fears
words of peace
and contentment
Sleep on
I wrote this one quickly on a whim, just what was in my heart. It could probably still use some work.
 Feb 2018 The Black Beast
Holey
Traveling thunder
And rolling lies
Thoughts down under
And scarred thighs
Slashed feelings
and thoughts of suicide
Oh when god, when will I die?
I’m feeling stuck, ****, I’m stuck
So why god, why, why am I alone?
Scarred thighs
Scarred lies
Scarred wrists
And feelings dismissed
I’ll open the bottle and count
One,
Two,
All the way to thirteen
Thirteen and I’m done.
Thirteen and I’m free.
Thirteen.
Can you tell I’m feeling down? Have a goodnight saplings. -TR
There are nightmares
growing in me.
There are mirrors
where my reflection
is your face.
And they do not look at me
but through me.
In your eyes
I see the dream
that was almost mine.
I still love you,
But something wasn’t right.
I still love you,
It’s hard to make it through these nights.
I still love you,
I just wish I could make things right.
I still love you,
And I hope you’re alright.
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