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 Dec 2018 Bleurose
Medusa
if you only knew
how I feel when I see
your face, the only one
I ever learned in a day

if you knew, then what?

the landmarks all there
but not my hand,
only your face
for a camera

if you knew my mind
as you seem to at times
what is left to say

but come & find some
way towards me
where I will be kneeling
in the desert at moonrise
and in the sea at sunset

facing towards where you last
walked away but having no
memory for that time

only new mind for more
it's a completely different
evolution for us

nothing is impossible
now
just this, in the dreamtime
 Jun 2018 Bleurose
Em
I have sunsets on my cheeks.
Blushing roses
and pinks.
I have flowers in my hair.
Blooming,
growing with me.
I am a wanderer
around my life.
Navigating
who I am
and who I want to be .
I wonder what
the seed of the maple knew
Before he was told
to be a tree.
 Jun 2018 Bleurose
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 Jun 2018 Bleurose
lena k
"no."
 Jun 2018 Bleurose
lena k
you stole my light
when i told you to stop
and you ignored my red light
and kept going
like my body was undiscovered land
and you were a colonizer.
perhaps my asking you to stop
turned you on
made you hungry.
you looked at me with your hungry eyes
like i was fresh meat
for you to take and have for yourself
ignoring my stop signs
cries
screams
because i am nothing more
than an object to you
made for your manipulation and pleasures.
consent is key
 Jun 2018 Bleurose
N
Assumptions
 Jun 2018 Bleurose
N
You see my brown skin
And assume I'm a ****.

You see my hijab
And assume I'm a terrorist.

You see the smile on my face
And assume I'm happy.

You hear my words
And assume I'm okay.

But I am not.

Instead I am broken.
Yet I am also strong.

I am dark and rule-following.
I am peaceful and Muslim.

You assume based on
Society's POV.

If you smile
You must be happy.

Fox, CNN, any media
Tells you I am a terrorist.
So the names I get called
And the extra security checks
Are extremely upsetting.

The murders of black folk
Is either considered appropriate
Or it's "black on black crime"
So it's not taken seriously.

Who are you gonna believe
Me or those who don't know me?
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