"riah" poems
I've felt the pain, I've held it in my hands.
I've wished it all away, I've prayed for life and death.
I've caressed the bruising, the bleeding, the burning inside.
Sometimes I wish for dying, other I'd give anything to feel alive.
Breathing in becomes a chore, is there something wrong with not wanting to be in pain anymore?
Leukiemia. You are the monster under my bed. You're the evil voices that echo in my head. You're the scraped knee that just won't heal, the love I cannot feel.
You've torn me down. You've made me question my faith. But there's something you didn't know, you've also made me better. You've made me stronger. To feel the pain of a human being is a ************* honor! You try to destroy me, inside and out, one strike, two strike, I'm out. What you don't know leukemia, is I have no plans to let you win, you entered my body when I didn't want to let you in, but I'll fight until you're out, every day if I must. Remission isn't an option. It's a must.
Riah
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Deep breath in, smooth breath out. It'll stop burning. It has to. It can't burn the whole time right? Treatment 1 was a success? The boy across from me is staring. His hair is gone. Please God. This isn't happening. Not to me. Not to normal life living me. It's still burning. What the **** It shouldn't still be burning. Richard. His name is Richard. His laugh is contagious. TreAtment 2 a success? Richards hair is gone. He thinks it's funny. Please God. Not me. Why does it always burn. Can someone get used to this kind of pain? There's no way. Ugh. Rantings of a medicated cancer patient. Super great. God this hurts. Treatment 3? Ok. Richard is gone.. The nurse won't talk about it. All she said is his suffering is over. Why does she talk to me like I'm a child? Or like in not mentally capable of excepting death?! At least he no longer burns! I'm angry. It hurts. Why me is all I can ever think. When they insert this stupid needle into my pump, I feel it immediately take over me. I feel the pain. I feel the complete and total lack of control. Maybe I want to be like Richard..
Riah
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
I've made my peace with angels and demons alike, I've given my notice so people know this may be thee end of my life. There's only one thing I haven't stopped doing, that's fight. I take the medicine, sometimes in strife. I let them insert the poison that feels like a knife. I've let my hair fall to the ground and cried. I've yelled and screamed and swung until the tears sting. Saying something isn't fair doesn't make it better, it won't take it away or make it hurt less. Nothing will make it right. Cancer. 6 letters. 6 simple measly letters, in others words I guess they're alright, but when formed in this way.. Hatred. I fight until I can't. What other options are there? Die? That's the only other option, but I can't let my mind be clouded. That's not an option in my book. My doctor cried and jumped up and down when he told me my cell count lowered, I was confused at first until I realized, he doesn't want to loose me any more than I want to be lost.. Fight. Fight. **** Cancer.
Riah
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
We will never forget the names of those
Who should have been known for so much more.
Sandra Bland. George Floyd. Tamir Rice. Riah Milton. James Scurlock. Rem'Mie Fells. Breonna Taylor. Too many to name. 400 years.
We remember them for all they could have been.
Not martyrs. Murdered.
People living and then gone forever.
White supremacy is not poetic. It is a blunt instrument.
We must fight it every day.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
i’m a black sista ****** poet natural endowed cocoa Spiritual Negress Third Eye phasing into different realities Rose Fish transcendental great mother moabitess draped in silk-dressed by my God goddess kalikaiyah namah evoking and invoking barbleo, oya, oshun, and ishtar Wife
now im a Aquarius and a Pisces, Mell - well well , yemoja Mama . . . Earth and the Gaia is a Holy Maya . . . well, well, a dizzy Mala . . keep on blessin me baby, keep on writing these words these spells, i end my day with you, pretty white man, thin lean young swimmin' appeal: ooooooooh, i'm singing to you in the wind my love, my handsome love my love my lovely love: it's been it . it's done. Zeh'Riah..
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
first ******* called smoothe
normandy
******
light a match
"gasp"
ZACK
biting ankles
1st not last
Took The Riah Out of Zachariah
master achiever
master offensive
defense on play route
give me that bible back
******
light a match
"gasp"
1st not last
ZACK
thats Zacktree
conqueror
en-coded identity biblically
no riah no need
get rid of that talking bout the 1st
even though youre in last
ball zack aye ballazack
dime zack
big zack
number 2
Z-Man
The 1-The Only
fresh from the elements
******
light a match
"gasp"
ZACK
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC