Whitney B

Whitney B Jun 2013

Thinking

To think
Or not to think
That is the question
When I think
All the bad things hit me
The screaming
"Your ugly"
The verbal punches
I have to turn away from the mirror
Because they turned me against myself
When I do not think
I shut everyone out
No one can penetrate my walls
Built of all the insults
over the years
When I think
People can help me
When I don't think
People can't
Which is worse?
I ask you...

Whitney B May 2013

Mother

I will never repay her
For the things she's done
She's made me laugh
And dried my tears
She's cooked and cleaned
For the past 14 years
She say's she sometimes makes mistakes
But none that I can see
I have a loving family
And a warm place to sleep
She has always been there
To care and pay the bills
She's always there to love me
And I know she always will

New Oxford American Dictionary definition of "mother": a woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth.
My definition:The women who birthed and raised me with love, tenderness and care no matter what I did. *A mother is a savior to us all.

Whitney B May 2013

Beauty

All around we have the same problems
I am not beautiful
She is not beautiful
None of us think we are beautiful
But I can see what she can't see
And she can see what I can't
She is beautiful
I am beautiful
We are all beautiful

Whitney B May 2013

Perfect Imperfections

I'm too dark
Too tall
Too skinny
Too weird
My eyes are too far apart
My hands are too big
My feet are too big
My cheekbones are too high
My legs are too long
Everything is wrong, wrong and wrong
But I am beautiful
Beautifully wrong.

Whitney B May 2013

My Voice

My voice
I think it is the most beautiful thing about me
When I hear music,
My voice goes on autopilot
I let out a serious of notes
And when these notes connect,
It makes music
I make music
My voice is my life
For friend's will come and go
Boyfriend's certainly don't stay
Family sometimes drifts apart
But at the end of the day
When you have nothing left
You will always have your voice

Whitney B May 2013

Why He Loves Her

I can't be mad at you for loving her
Who wouldn't?
The beauty,
The brains
The grace
Everything I'm not.
I can't be mad at you for loving her
Everyone does
Her humor
Her charm
Her wit
Everything I'm without
I can't be mad at you for loving her
She's basically perfect
Her hair
Her clothes
Her smile
Everything about me that's ugly
I can't be mad at you for loving her
No, I'm not
I'm mad because you don't love me
I'm mad because I'm not her.

Whitney B May 2013

Him

He can't ever know
I can't let it show
My emotions betray me
Not just once, but daily.
He's hers, not mine
I tell myself I'm fine
But not a day a passes by
When I don't know that's a lie