"noname" poems - Hello Poetry

It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC

lucas-ennis

Noname

It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.

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Gather your books, your notebooks, your pages and pages Barely legible Catholic school cursive, oil crusted papers Coffee stains, cheese danish crumbs, ink marks on your thighs Use your mother’s brain, your father’s tireless oxen energy Your sister’s bravery, your grandmother’s mix of mango & tajin, Your grandfather’s home grown guavas from the rooftop gardens You come from a legacy, a star doesn’t explode in isolation At my funeral play Jamila, play Nitty, NoName, Rihanna, SZA, Mahlia, Kamaiyah, MIA, Nina, Light a votive in the shape of Beyonce and baby Blue Sing your blues, the chorus never sounded this good

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Jun 29, 2019

Jun 29, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC

nuha-fariha

A Potion for Studying

Gather your books, your notebooks, your pages and pages Barely legible Catholic school cursive, oil crusted papers Coffee stains, cheese danish crumbs, ink marks on your thighs Use your mother’s brain, your father’s tireless oxen energy Your sister’s bravery, your grandmother’s mix of mango & tajin, Your grandfather’s home grown guavas from the rooftop gardens You come from a legacy, a star doesn’t explode in isolation At my funeral play Jamila, play Nitty, NoName, Rihanna, SZA, Mahlia, Kamaiyah, MIA, Nina, Light a votive in the shape of Beyonce and baby Blue Sing your blues, the chorus never sounded this good

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We all feel a bit insecure at times With society watching our every move It's up to us to make things better Oh so difficult to do right The world always try to knock us down But don't give up, even if you're down Just stand up stronger than before We can show them we're not weak Society judges us, so we hide Put our masks on and hide When all we want is to be free But people deprive us of the priviledge We must all stand together We are as strong united, but we are weak apart No matter the circumstances We will rise to victory!

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC

thomas-davies

#NoName

We all feel a bit insecure at times With society watching our every move It's up to us to make things better Oh so difficult to do right The world always try to knock us down But don't give up, even if you're down Just stand up stronger than before We can show them we're not weak Society judges us, so we hide Put our masks on and hide When all we want is to be free But people deprive us of the priviledge We must all stand together We are as strong united, but we are weak apart No matter the circumstances We will rise to victory!

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