"The Best Way To Bleed"

Tue, 08/06/2013 - 14:38 -- TiannaE

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Adorned with dark brown skin

The constant teases as if it was a sin

A Sin that my melanin was a little more defined

The reason why my confidence started to decline

Taunting and Teasing

Every day I felt like I could hardly breathe  and

There was no fairy god mother for me

No one who could put me out of my misery

So when the tears started to flow I’d reach for my pen

And suddenly the pain would end

The ink flew out the pen

Like the bruises on my confidence

Red, black, and blue

When I wrote in red

Those were my angry poems

The ones that held self-hate I had for myself

The self-hate that poetry slowly help me put on the shelf

Blue were those times my heart break

The first time I had to wipe those liquids felt with regret of my face

But I found refugee when I gripped onto blue

Because its when I held it I always seemed to know what to do

Black were my darkest times

When I felt like this life was getting out of line

I wanted to escape it

Take my own life away

But black revive me

It brought me back

Showed me the right way to act

And took the death angel off my back

Poetry has always been a friend of mines

It saved my life

Taught me lessons

It was always nice

Flowing real smooth

 And most importantly it gave me life

Comments

marysitz

This is incredibly powerful.  Thanks so much for sharing this!  I'd love to feature it on our social media -- giving you credit of course -- is that cool? '

Thanks,

 

Mary (PP Staff)

Maya Valdie

This is a really great poem. Keep it up!

Madam Nixie

"There was no fairy god mother for me

No one who could put me out of my misery

So when the tears started to flow I’d reach for my pen

And suddenly the pain would end"

This was such a beautiful poem. You captured the true meaning of a life poet. Someone who writes to let go, no fairy tale ending, just a place to release. That is what this meant to me :) You gave us a view of your connection to your poems, a sight that is private and held close. This part was my favorite from ths poem because it pulled the whole poem together in 4 lines. It was the heart of the poem.

"Poetry has always been a friend of mines

It saved my life

Taught me lessons

It was always nice

Flowing real smooth

And most importantly it gave me life"

This poem made me relate to you in so many ways. This is the mind of a poet written for everyone to see. Thank you so much for sharing!

La_rouxchampagne

Captivating, i feel the rumble in your bones as  you wirte about your strugle. i love the way you used the pens color as a metaphor. Very passionate and effective keep growing.

Stephanie D.

This poem was beautiful. Poetry is a beast that many think they have conquered with their teen-angst poems. Your writing is beautiful and the subject is original. I was getting tired of reading poems about broken hearts and crushes. This was refreshing.

GGicefire

Let your tears become your ink

Let them leave trails in

Other places

Where red could be love

Where blue could be pride

Where black could be solace and freedom.

Let crying do you good.

Let it heal you.

You will come back stronger--

Than you were, than they are.

You have every chance in the world.

Bring back joy.

Quiknodda17

Well come on and give me life too that was great

NNarhitya

A terrific job! Gr8 poem n emotional too...!
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