"emely" poems
i know i dwell on the sadness
entirely too much.
and then i let it drag me down until i can't even breath properly.
i know i say i have nothing,
because without you,
it kinda feels that way.
but the truth is, i live a privileged life.
i have chris who makes me laugh,
myrka who always listens,
and emely who knows what to say.
i have miguel who calls me pretty,
rigo who eases the stress,
and trevor who gives me adventure.
i have abbs who teaches me it's okay to be myself,
savannah who makes me feel worthly,
and my babies who light up my world.
lucky doesn't even begin to describe
the world in which i live.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
She cringe when she looks at herself
In the mirror, she is tedium all she
Could see is what people say about her
UGLY, MEAN, WORTHLESS
She has been told;
So in her mind it's
Very plausible that this
Is who she is
She reprieve herself by agreeing with what
People say about her
She always abstain herself from
TEARS
She has a plethora amount of sadness
LACKLUSTER
She wished she had
She is very tenacious of keeping what little
HAPPINESS
She has the gift she gave herself to be
HEADSTRONG
And that is her
RESIGNATION -By, Emely Morales N.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC