No matter the beauty – your look, your make-up
Your measures, do you follow an ideal body shape?
Society should never dictate you, love
You are beautiful; take away that palm on your face.

And that while the world has her own
Standard of how beauty ought to look,
Wear your most beautiful self you’d find within
Do your walk, babe, show the world who you are.

Don’t tear yourself down, wear who you are
If you say you’re weird, dance it out to centerstage
The world needs crazy darlings who’d turn the world –
Turn this little world into a crazily beautiful haven.

And if you say you’re little compared to them b*tches
Let your little things creep in slowly
Go low and go slow, they say
You’ll build castles of pretty little things someday.

Wear your beauty – flaws and all –
You are beautiful, your promising eyes twinkle
Let your wings take flight, your soul be seen
Let it sing as you free yourself from within.

Take away that palm on your face, I say
Make them do facepalm not for how they thought you fail
But of how they did let such beauty pass them by
While they were looking for better, they took for granted the best.


~~ Criss ∞

I can see right through you
I can look past
your cold skin,
brutal glares,
and excluding words.

and there is not much underneath
A little girl lost
In a world too mature for her.
Insecure,
Weak,
And Scared.

because you are not above me.*
Self-riotousness
can only
get you
so
far.

(I know that deep down, you actually do care)

Heads are getting turned,
cliques and bridges lining
up to one by one be burned.
As a fan of fine wine and dining,
Tommy's witches are cursed yet eaten
by b*tches, fighting each other,
boxing, punching to bother,
lunching till everyone is beaten.

I can't deal with this sht
I hate every single bit of it
I don't deserve love
It's just there to torment me
Never have I felt it clearly
My heart races like a blackened dove
Fck all the btches that rejected my love
They can all fcking die
Bye bye
You stupid as* hos
You never deserved having me love you
Leaving my heart all black and blue
From you each time you denied me
I hate each and every one of you
I'll hate you all wholeheartedly

For better or worse
Til death do us part
Broken my heart
That you caused to start.

You stole from everyone
Friends and our family.
You "borrowed" never loaned
You whined and you groaned.

Once upon a time
Before you, I had a life.
Then you came along,
Now all I have is strife.

No family, no friends
No one to get close to.
If I chance and do,
They run off, they do.

I try to make "mommy friends,"
They are "too good for me."
But I think what bothers them
Is that I'm in "slavery."

Not free to come,
Not free to go,
Not free to be
The "me" everyone knows.

In the nine years
That we've been together,
I've met other people
Who share my fears.

They say it is easy
To get up and leave
They say it just like
You put on a sleeve.

They don't tell you of shelters,
Don't tell you of papers,
Don't tell you of crying children
Don't tell you of skelter.

He b*tches because
We aren't the "perfect family"
While he plays on his phone
I watch the kids all alone.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/23/14

She b*tches & whines
While I pine
For quieter days
Without the haze

It was so simple
We didn't know
It was complicated
B/c we thought so

© From A Poet's ♥️
5/2/20
https://t.co/AJeUXAVUBZ

I popped the glue
Off my lingual bar
What will I do?
I don't know where the dr's are!

© From A Poet's ♥️
5/2/20

Of all the men
That I have known
You've done more
Than most have shown

© From A Poet's ♥️
4/30/20

U r my knight
U have brought light
N2 my life
U vanquished strife

© From A Poet's Heart
4/29/20

Listen to God's voice
So we can know
Which way it is
That we should go

© From A Poet's ♥️
3/18/20
Inspired by Valeria Letice Bostic-Alexander

Carona jail
Has become
Our current
Living hell

© From A Poet's ♥️
3/20/20

I don't get to see Roy
B/c of a virus
I don't get to see Roy
And that is a minus

© From A Mother's 💔
3/22/20

I don't get to see Roy
B/c they won't answer me
I don't get to see Roy
He is my #3

© From A Mother's 💔
3/22/20

I don't get to see
My #3
I don't get to see
And that's not fine with me

© From A Mother's 💔
3/22/20

You are not good to see,
But good to bee
You’re the honey
The sun shine,
You swim like a his beams in the sea
You bloom like no one else to me.
I can take you as the jazz in the rain
Yes, you’ve brought me to the pain
The chaotic instrument in your noise
I fell for you not by the choice
you are not good to see
But you are good to be

You are not just a blue to the sea
You’ve become the distorted hue to me
The ugly face seems beautiful now when i read
The low quality
Piles of lies you’d thrown to me
I adored your warmth in this heat
My precious heart lullabies to your beat
At all, that night I couldn’t sleep
I found no tears to sob
I couldn’t weep

Yes the flowers are good to bee,
******* the nectar is what they seek,
I had to be one of the those bee,
I though this flower belongs only me.
Poor bee,
don’t expect them the loyalty,
of course, you are not good to see,
you were ,
just,
good to be.

Yes, this is a one sided story,
the story where you'd wronged me,
showing my love was kept unseen,
one sided story it was always been

Flower allows the bees to ****
btches allows the dogs to fck
One flower one bee, imagine, you can’t
Here dogs are loyal but ******* ain’t

Today while High
I cried,
like I never have before,
or like I have
but not in a long  long time
while being truly alone .
The people on the street
Askin' me
Are you okay?
I say yea
And Walk Away.
But really
I wanna scream & shout & yell so very loud
To Say,  
guess what
I am not okay !
I never was !
And I am Workin'
on the Will Be okay part ...
To walk the neighborhood
with the  shattered memories
of  pain
sprinkled everywhere
trinkled along the blocks
not knowing if I will see
one of the abusers
when I walk down the
Fckin' street
to eat a **** sandwhich !

See most of the time
I am still so numb
Shake my hands from anxiety
Blind out the daily pain
with loud blaring music
and try to wash the pain away.

I don't get it
I invited you to my birthday party
a month and a half ago ,
and you took the way
with your needless jealous eyes and hatred.

Or the man who hurt me
After I told him NO!
And repeatedly follows me
with his eyes.

I wish people could just,
grow up do the right thing
and stop hurting others
specifically me !

Realized my whole life,
all I was given,
was intense injection shots
of real life pain, abuse ,
and rejection again again again again!

So when others ask me
"well it seems that you don't have much experience
with joy,
You are right as of now I don't,
but I am really conciously ,copiously
working through my blinding edging pain
to get to the light
to get to experience true love and true joy,
to get to share that with others, truly
with boundaries and without getting taken
advantage of anymore!"

They call us women btches
when we stand up for ourselves
or maybe you are too sad scared and afraid
to stand up for yourself
and to start doing what's right
and to start owning your own
f*cking ******* !

My whole life
I hid myself
hid who I truly was ,
because everyone around me
taught me to hate who I was
how I looked
and how wild I was!

But now after cutting them off
I have decided and realized
That who I am I Ain't just love and light.
Its pain, deep rebellion ,real power
and a real longing to forge my own path ,
a society's rebel in a sense,
As well as having a very kind loving and open heart .
Don't let others distract you from you,
it is worth it to finally be you !