Beauty is a state
Of mind. But all of our minds
Have been corrupted.

Losing hope shatters the soul into pieces.

i'm not a slave of compliments.
I won't overdose on injections of racism.
The only addiction i have it of the melanin in my skin.
My heritage is not a sin.
My womanhood has always been the evidence of excellence.
My faith is not a bad habit I need rehabilitation from.
If discrimination was a drug i would be high every day

No one sees the tears
The pain
The anxiety
The fear
The anger
The loss in interest
The loss of determination
The lack of emotions
The loss of me

Why should they?
It's not like they miss me
It's not like they care

I'm awaken to cool morning breeze
Once more I see the beautiful sunrise
I'm stuck in my bed,buried in my thought
Years of dreams,several mornings
moving circles,running on a spot
Tell my weak legs to move
Tell my tired soul to keep running
Night is gone,a new day is here

Let my eyes lit with hope
Let my troubled soul find some peace
For troubles of yesterday are gone with night
Hope has come with the morning

I was stuck without a paddle
In loves pool
My legs grew tired of treading water
My arms became weak and floppy
Like an old mans ****
My hopes of finding land were washed away in the swift currents beneath my feet
I was done for
A goner for sure
But as I was slipping into the deep
With my arms stretched out toward the dying sun above me
Everything went dark
A hand pulled me out
And onto a raft made of wilting roses and dying romance
I glanced into the eyes of my savior
And saw it was you
You pulled me out before I could drown
And when you looked back at me
The roses started to bloom once more
And I realized something both equally horrible and magnificent
That no matter how hard you try to hold on
Sooner or later
Broken hearts mend
And you either move on
Or you sink forever with those rocks in your pocket