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Every night a little girl faces a different battle. She's questioning her worth and what her family would do without her; Contemplates to run away but her spirit tells her to stay;
There’s something familiar im experiencing here. Four letters, seven billion definitions. What I once thought was love turned out to be fear. It turned out to be rage.
my hair is dark in the summer time before it was light in the winter it doesn't really make any sense it was different before but before I didn't need a steady light in the
Am I really a monster? I mean, I don't think I am. So why do people always Run? They do not actually run. What I mean is mirrors break,
My demons like to come out and play Don't worry they won't bother you they are only after me In fact let them braid your hair, they are great at that Do you need your make up done, they have that down pact
EWS 2900 with Lorena. Entering class with a broken heart. In class with doubt and fear. "Why the HELL am I here?" Thinking over and over the same. I DON'T BELONG HERE.
I wanted so badly to be the sun, to bring warmth and light to be the life. But after so many battles of fighting the night,
Thoughts raced around my head Caring how people judge the way I am But the wasted energy was for me to only see The best thing to do is just be me
She came into herself By picking up the pieces of who she once was; The pieces she once thought she had to leave behind. She started with her kindness,
Kinky! Curly! Rough! All the words to describe just how tough natural hair really is! Won’t lay down, tangling constantly, no moisture. What can I do to get my hair as soft and curly as others?
Everything is swirling and spinning 'round 'n 'round in my head Their decitful kind eyes and sacchrine smiles lure me in but shun me all the same For in their eyes I am who I am painted to be
Highschool? Oh please. I passed exams with ease. Go home, catch some Zs. I thought to myself, college will be a breeze. Grad parties were tons of fun.
When I was a little girl I frowned at the belly below me I looked at women in magazines and thought How could that ever be me? When will I be worthy? When will I be good enough?
I try to spend the night with someone new I’m on a repeat, always with you All of the flames, yours Is the guilt required when I’m out of all doors I can feel your presence in my fingers
Me, Myself and I. Everyday, I wake and try One step at a time. Everyday, I wake and cry One time, I was small And carefree, lovely, and kind I was just... Me, Myself and I.
As as kid, I never felt obligated to the world. I was always easygoing, and a vulnerable little girl. I never had to question being good enough. Or worried about having to be tough.
As a young girl I'd "see" That the little white girls around me Were what I should achieve to be Straight hair, colored eyes And skin shades lighter than mine
They pose ideals of perfectionism, Which quickly became my critcism They preach of beauty of this and not yours, Yet this is what I believed as I grew
“You just aren’t a fun person.” The words slice clean through me, Like a sharpened pocket knife, Carving ugly words on the walls. “Well it’s your fault, you have self-esteem issues.”
I once was a small girlwho took on the weight of the world,scared to speak the thoughts on her mind.walking on eggshells to avoid confrontation, not realizing that with ev
My favorite color used to be yellow, the underdog of colors as one could say. It is bright, hard to wear, and difficult to match with.
I don't think you understand, That this is who I am. You don't see, That this is how I feel I need to be. Because if you knew me, As something other than you know, Would you want me?
Butterfly Fly Free I was never what you wanted me to be, so don’t appear so sad when I transform into who I’ve always been, What I worked to discover deep within.
Radical Self Acceptance You are of my kind, Uniquely divine, A different breed of beautiful unlike anyone I have ever seen Clothed in angel energy; Beam and radiate fully now
As a child we are able to be ourselves not worry about judgment we have innocence no care in the world As a teen we learn that if we are ourselves we get judged
I'm sickly in love with the scars on my hips But they're finally starting to fade It's a milestone of self care and redemption, but at the same time, it feels like defeat
I take up space Five feet, ten inches high And as my hips are wide. I've always taken up space It's a bare necessity of being human. Space in our lungs Space through our veins
Becoming “Wow, you never ask for help You’re mature beyond your years” under all that calmness My body’s full of tears
there’s this girl i used to know. her name flows blue inside of me- she was so afraid to show, who she once was in front of me-
A glow up for me was havin’ the realization Depression was my setback, not my damnation I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
10/24/2018 Dear Depression,
I had read Shakespeare’s sonnets and watched cumming’s leaves fall, yet still had not felt any emotion at all Eighteen, forty-three?
My heart is heavy asking will I ever be good enough for myself. When I look at myself why do I peer through my reflection like it’s nothing? Like I am nothing. Even when I say I am good enough and
In a world filled with Buzz I sit here alone. Watching. Seeing. Smiling. In a world surrounded by Connection I sit here alone. Warmed. Waiting. Contented.
There’s no greater joy than to be in love First love, that is He took me so high, we soared miles above There was no greater comfort than in his kiss
in my head something was not right it took time to realize but i finally changed my life around in my head pain and fear swirled about
You love have brought along new ways in which I view myself. I was once selfish and yearning for acceptance but now I know I am not the only one who matters. You make me selfless.
I could never come to terms with how you viewed me. You’re so pretty. You’re so capable. You have so much potential. You said that to me the other day.
Fear. She envelopes us like a cold day without a jacket. Shivering like bare shoulders, chills climbing in the crooks of collapsing collarbones. "I am afraid," the voice taunts, always behind us always there.
I wasn't the smartest in class I wasn't the best on the team I sometimes came last At least that's how it seemed I aimed to make you proud I hoped to see you smile
underneath my skin exists 60,000 miles of blood vessels 206 bones a pair
It was a looming figure, the shapeless ones you see in the dark enshrouded by a halo; A halo with no recognizable source. It was a ravenous beast
It was a looming figure, the shapeless ones you see in the dark enshrouded by a halo; A halo with no recognizable source. It was a ravenous beast
Honestly, your flaws make me wonder... if you truly love yourself , If you truly adore your design, Deep down inside, There’s a place you always hide ,
I can almost hear the whispers in the back of my head, Those taunting sounds that I despise the most, Cheeks reddened, eyes shut, fighting away the tears, Desperately trying to find my breath,
Fearing a transparent man-made tool of vanity A tool who hides nothing This tool shows you who you truly are Some may say that you are more than your reflection
To feel you were meant to be more, It is a feeling I know well And with grief, my heart does swell No hubris, to that which may quell There will come a day, soon Where I may roar, But not as a beast,
Illustrious, She is Illustrious. Confidence glints off every step, Basking in the respect and admiration from past victories. She is Illustrious.
A disorder that's rare, diagnosed at age six. Causes fear to my family, oh God's little tricks. Brain tumors and pain, with surgeries to come. Eleven was my first, I have scars that are from.
It’s okay to be alone Often you find what’s to your core Slow down and let silence envelope The person you were told to be when born
This body since birth I've been told To hate it. "Your body," he told me, "Is beautiful." Does he lie? This body is the reason To lie, To cheat.
Can I be afraid of change if I am miserable where I am? Years swept past me and I let myself rot, until I realized the role I play. Should I be afraid of leaving the only thing i have ever Known?
I can sit in bed all day Write stories of love, And happiness, And success. And every expression of emotion Is guarded up; soliloquy.
From all the chaos outside.. I seek peace inside.. For all the judgement mongers.. I leave you there and here I slumber.. For all the negativity around.. I put on a positive sound..
Do not leave your house, my loveYour face is rather petrifyingI will strive to push and shoveI'd rather you be dyingCancer came and took your eyeTook your self-esteemKidnapped your pride
Although you may not see it, I do. I see your worth. You shine bright like a diamond,
You are a girl. The words echo in my head. Disrupting my daydreams. The castle walls
Everything is always the same. You get up. sit at school, go home, go to sleep.
I Am A Pine You had me believe you were a beauty A seed, a flower, a fruit, a sweet, to me you seemed Your dark branches enchanted me but you aren’t the wise tree you seemed
In a world where words are the strongest weaponry, Where syllables can tumble down with the power of a tsunami, Drowning is often easier than it should be. Each word a piercing bullet with a fatal shot,
A is for Affirmative, seeking the positive in othersR is for Ravishing, an entrancing beautyT is for Terrific, so awesomeI is for Important, a valuable contributorS is for Sharp, always observant
the locker room. the catholic confession room for eighth grade girls, only to collect their tears into empty perfume bottles and to be sprayed onto their collarbones.
in some odd fantasy, i wanted to be your manic pixie dream girl. the pink haired girl whom teaches you to savor life, the small enough finger puppet you had dreamed of since being a young boy.
She showed me how to look on the bright side. She showed me how to change the tide. She showed me how to appreciate my fullness. She showed me how to adore the darkness.
Just like Father, With strength in my shoulders, Compassion in my veins, Others in my thoughts, I am one-track-minded. Just like Mother, With determination painted on my face,
I've always wanted love But now I don't want to want it. I always craved touch But dislike it when you touch me. I've always wanted loyalty And to be treated like I'm royalty
The person I hate, someone I blame: myself. Devoid of meaning or direction. Moving in circles Blindly searching for the destination. I’m a bookshelf Without books. Incomplete. Lonely.
For the man with a son who still looks like a child himself. he writes silly notes and always has candy in his pockets. How can somebody so young have the eyes of an old man.
I'm tired of the lies AND misconception Long to be held, seeking attention Covering up my discontentment I've ran out of makeup and forgotten how
Dear Black Girls,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So perhaps it was not beauty that shone in the wrinkled face of my grandmother, well past a prime she doesn't miss. It was strength
All those things combined make me want to hold on to you forever For worse or for better You should already know that you are my treasure And when we together nothing can ever measure Your arms are my shelter
I do not see what you see, When I look at myself, I still see myself at 13, Eyeliner thick and black, Trying so hard to be a part of something, Drinking at parties,
In this world I do not understand I have found there are many things to love The earth, the wind, the sky, the beauty and everything that exists above There are many things to love
Dear Poetry, Do you see? There she goes that innocent girl, a rule follower and honest to a fault,
A friend of mine asked me to write a poem about myself, and for the first time, I was left
My lips are not soft, freshOr new.They are dry and rough,Scarred from self-infliction.
You are a galaxy. A collection of beautiful fragments that shine. You are a galaxy. The planets that orbit your mind are home to brilliance.
I can see myself in others, but I must not lose sight of who I am. This is my journey. My unique fire.
A poem in my pocket, I carry it around throughout April, Hoping my friends would try it before they knock it. It was dark and slightly grotesque
Sweet soft rhymes rhythmic against ears so eager Eat every word with sweet salivating stealth Poems provoke pieces of me Hanging on the quatrain I quiver through questions of who I am
Though your "different" though your "unusual" though you like different people than others, doesnt mean your evil, or you hated, it means your you, you can take me for example,
i should probably thank you. when you left, i had found myself. in pieces. when you had gone, not just with the flat screens & fine china, but with the
Words flow from my pencil. Feelings flow from my heart. A simple pattern forms from my mind. A simpler pattern forms from my feelings. Who is to say what makes me "right?" Who is to say what makes me whole?
my body is not a monster. it is torrential terrains. hold me carefully, from me oceans pour. my body is not a monster. caramel dripping land of gold be cautious of
When I was 11, I started starving myself When I was 13, I started cutting myself When I was 15, I kissed a boy who had a girlfriend When I was 16, I made a lot of mistakes When I was 16, I decided I needed to change
I have always looked like this.
Self-doubt is a winner Always defeated me Low confidence destroyed my essence Allowed poor characters in my life in many ways than one Never felt good enough or pretty enough I was weak and I was prey
A size dosen't make you. Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act. Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy. What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
I stare into the mirror, crying at what I see The reflection looks like me but I deny its existence It is not me I see because I do not like what looks back Images haunt my mind of past persons, past beauties
And it’s okay to be sad.It’s okay to be fucked up,but stop telling yourself that you’re damaged becausethat’s not a bad thing.
I hate you I hate that you're beautiful I hate that I love you I hate how I hate you I love you I wish you would leave My dear please stay with me Just for the night Hold me close
Run forward While the wind pushes you back. Raise your hands toward the sky, Soon you’ll see the stars That shyly hide behind the clouds.
i think in poems when i see you four lines stanzas that all begin in how beautiful you are… and how cliché that is in my metaphors
i’ve spent hours on others i can’t make them do anything still i type declare what you’re going to do
My mind is always m o v i n g y e l l i n g s c
It clawed at her. It punched here and scratched her. She fought back but That only fed the monster.
When I look back on that day, it as if I am looking through the eyes of someone else. The throbbing in my wrist, aching disappointment in my chest, and numbness of my mind do not belong to me.
Sometimes I feel about my body the way meat must feel about sausage casings. Too many circles forced inside squares, too many curves held captive behind societal bars.
I don't remember when you showed up in my life. You're the companion I never wished for, A thick silence that sucks away the flame of my soul. A vacuum of grey is left in its place, not bad, not good.
Dear Insecurity, We've been friends for what seems like too longI'm but a child, with youTuggingPullingDragging me along
To my dear depressing thoughts, You’ve been apart of my life for so long. Living, breathing and hurting inside of me. Its been awhile since I’ve felt you. I’m sure you’ve come back to open my wounds again.
Dear Almost lover, I'm writing this because I never got closure. It's been awhile since we've talked and I think it's time for a disclosure and I don't want to be mocked.
to the boy I once loved, sometimes i think that even the pain of dying isn't as unbearable as the feeling of your heart shattering into a million pieces i'd rather experience the sensation
You began as a single raindrop into my existenceAt first the presence of you was quiet and unseenAs your small stream flowed into my cracksYou were a stranger to meBut the innocence within my spirit
Dear Sam, Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel. Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel. Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.
Dear Ani, Ani ohev at. Hebrew for "I like you". I struggle at learning languages, Illiterate until the end of second grade, taught myself to read, taught myself to write.
To my First, I remember the day that I witnessed your impressionable smile and sparkling eyes. I remember the tiny flutter of my heart, that feeling that you were going to mean something to me.
Hey lil black girl,
This is who I am I will not apologize because I’m perfect
Dear Self, You’re amazing! I always wanted to tell you that I feel as if there is no time for me and you Me and you to talk
Dear Future Me, Whether you’re 18 20 36 50 Or lying on your deathbed, I hope you understand that you are worth so much.
Wishing... Wishing for someone to notice me Wishing to be #1 in someone's world Wishing to find that perfect someone for me Wishing for things that I know will never come true Wishing...
Wishing... Wishing for someone to notice me Wishing to be #1 in someone's world Wishing to find that perfect someone for me Wishing for things that I know will never come true Wishing...
Your obsession with my willingness to overcome challenge leaves me feeling like a failure Your words have power the way you use them hurts me
Dear self, How much have you grown Since those rainy days When you swore you were alone I remember your tears, Your fears and your anger When you called for help,
To that tree on the hill On that lonesome hill That saw me fight My spirit killed That saw me rise And roll through my free will
When you are hard on yourself, you cannot escape Running through your mind, from these thoughts. Your mind constantly drifting, lost at sea. Some dark places can be found, some bright places too.
Dear Body Mind and Soul, First off, let me thank you for all that you do, despite all that I don't.
You bit me when I was tenderbecause you knew i was easy prey.Knowing i would fall weak at the knees on the cogency of your wordsKnowing I was soft as the petals scattered on the bathroom floor.
roses don't look like sunflowers yet I think both are beautiful when I see them so why am I mean to myself because I look different from them why can't I call myself beautiful as easily as I can to them
Dear My Biggest Fear, What are you? This question has been lurking in my mind for quite some time now, So I thought I'd just ask you upfront- what the hell are you?
Dear 2018 self, I know I created no resolutions for you, but you are strong. Remember you are beautiful, You are intelligent, You can fight against all odds, NO ONE can break you.
Dear Me From Last Year, hi. yes, it's you. this seems strange. i am aware. but do not be afraid; i bring good news. you see, you have things that are waiting on you;
On the day my little brother begins to see race. I'd like to think he will be ready for the talk I'll give him. I'd like to think he will be ready to carry the weight of all the self-love I will place onto his shoulders.
in my art class, this color soiled itself, through the way it crawled from the ignorance of people with fair skin. like the teacher, spewing phrases like “drab,” “ugly,” and
Dearest me,I start this letterWith you
Smooth skin, made up face, forced smile. Perfect body. Why should I conform to society's standards? My leg hair has grown, my face is bare, my smile is natural. My body is imperfect. And I love it.
Dear self, I'm sorry for not trying hard enough of the things we cared about. I'm sorry all the late night crying I'm sorry for not giving you what you turly needed
Dear Self, I know... Somedays you're up Somedays you're down Somedays your smile Somedays you frown Someday you cry and drown in your tears Somedays you're brave
I know things have been tough I know moving in must suck The old tennant was awful at cleaning up after themself The wiring is always off
Dear Beautiful, I never thought we would come this far, How we could go from strangers to sisters. The way I can sense when you are unstable or confused,
Dear whom ever you might be, I am the offspring of nature and the sun My parents call me their son/sunflower. My parents are exotic, foreign,
Dear Amari, I apology for everything I made you go through these last four years. Being walked over is not something you deserve. I'm so happy you never forgot that you are actually really strong.
Before in the past I never did know If I might possess a graceful beauty.The kind to capture the heart of a beau,I did not think it could be part of me.Never once did I try to bat an eye.To chase after boys seemed a waste of time.To avoid heart br
Self inflicted pain is the easiest kind of pain Being in control of all the sorrows you encounter fills you with a sense of self control Your pain is in your hands It's a drug You become addicted
Dear Black Girl, Let me start by saying I apologize for all the times I didn't recognize the beauty in my brown curls and shake in my thighs for when I let others tell me
Mighty is a strong word but strong is stronger. That may not seem right but neither is wrong. Hate is a strong word but love is stronger. That is always right but one is wrong.
I am somebody who you never thought Who you never dreamed of knowing Who you are. I am somebody who never seemed Who never looked like that one Who knew you. I am somebody you dream of.
A state of allowing. I like the idea of being pleased in all the ways that excite my senses. Vibrant colors and beauty all around brings joy to my eyes and awe to my atmosphere.
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
Blonde hairBlue eyes“Beautiful”Bodies as frail asToothpicks. But the standard they set,The standard seen as the normIn this society,Drives us to believeIn false beauty Are these the women With whose bodiesShe fell in love with?Doesn’t she knowThat
Because I love you I will tell you when your hair is a mess and that those colors will never compliment your skin Because I love you I'll tell you to put back that piece of cake
The heart is a rich, oak door Locked from the inside out Love is a living, passionate wind Touching the door but lacking the key You see, I locked the door before to keep from the robbers and rain
Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I sat with you when you got angry. Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths. Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
At first you were my enemy You always sent words of hatred and discouragement my way It was so easy for you Easy for you to call me fat Easy for you to call me worthless Easy for you to call me unloved
because i love You, i don’t mind being ignored by You. i don’t mind being in this one-sided relationship which i know will destroy me. but because i love You,
There is no such thing as forever. That’s what I thought before loving you You made it seem like the perfect fairytale Not a single evil stepmother, big bad wolf, or witch got in our way
Listening to you when you hurt Listening to me when I hurt Listening to each other when the truth must come forth Not listening to others' whisper Not listening to self-doubt
Depression is my painful addiction that doesn't quit after twelve steps. Redefining the definition of trapped, the terror like an anchor tied to my body.
Because I love you, you’ll be with me I have so much on my plate, yet you say that I need to spend my free time with you to give you the love that you want Yet it’s not for me – I just don’t feel it anymore
It truly is A beautiful thing To be able to Identify myself in someone Whose appearance is none like my own We are all different Yet equally similar And that relaly is
my confidence turns to insecurity faster than lightning travels through trees
I look in the mirror and I see the entire universe. Staring straight into my own eyes, I swear my heart could burst. No one ever tells you how to love yourself.
After years of starving myself to be thin, Rewarding myself when I ate far too little, And forcing myself to vomit if I ate “too much”, Obsessively counting calories,
Because I love you, I lose myself in the way the earth spins Because I love you, I am exalted when you step into the room But it is because you love me, that I understand the deep affection I can have for myself
Us humans, we are bestowed with the curse and the gift of empathy, oh how it can bring the world round or crashing
It teaches you who you are And shows you what you’re becoming The foundation To healthy relationships So that you’re not left there stumbling There’s only one person I’ve ever fallen in love with
I remember vividly that summer of 2012, When I lost inches from the back of my body like a tortoise coming out of its shell.
“Because I love you,” is your only excuse. For why you left. Over and over. Because you love me, you didn’t want to hurt me. Little did you know, you were killing me. Because you loved me, you made me cry.
Because I love you, I decided to stay I listened to every possible excuse that you had to say Because I love you, I clung on until the very end
Pick and Choose. This or That. What to do. Choices, decisions, options. What can we do? Where can we go? Who shall we be?
Because You Love Me By Haley Cook Because you love me You respect me and my flaws Because you love me
You valued me At much less Than I am worth And I myself Believed you As if you are the one Who gets to determine
Loving someone is difficult, but maybe it's because I don't love myself quite yet. I've had my heart ripped to pieces, torn out and stitched together over and over again,
I've fallen into the mirror again Eyes on me, but where have mine been Escape this version I try to explain Lost within the thoughts in my brain Anticipating the end of my rope
It's hard. Looking at you in the mirror. Looking at myself. What others think of you, Runs through your head. What your mother thinks, What your father thinks, What your grandparents think...
I was once told I'd make someone else very happy As if their happiness meant more than mine As if i was put here On this vast world to make someone elses heart beat; To make it race;
You're not double zero or double D or the model for after plastic surgeryBut you're important to meAnd the fact that you give me your time of day it's insaneMor
There are times when the only thing I want to do is give up, But for some reason, I have not fallen yet, For some reason, I stand tall and fight
Because I love you I won't let you down Let you down by leaving you alone Or crying in your bedroom,bathroom stall Because I love you I will care I will try to stay strong, smile Laugh, even be outgoing,
I was always a mixture of too much and not enough. A galaxy dotted with stars and brillance, but with dark spaces in between. An ocean teeming with life,
Because I love you, I worry. I worry about if your day is going well, and if you're doing okay. I worry about if I am doing everything in my power to keep your head above water
I have a dream that one day love will be gentle and easy. There will be no abuse, there will be no loving one more than the other, there will be no force, there will be no
Oh you have found me! A soul seeking trust! But brace for damnation, this is a must. You look upon me as a person of value, But if I do not see it, neither shall you.
they never saw the real me the one i hid away in my closet buried with the things i hid from society tied her up and taped over her mouth so no one would hear her scream i remember being happy
I won’t tell you that i am trapped in a body that isn’t mine that i was born in the wrong body because whether i have a chest or a dick this body is mine this body is mine and always will be mine
The sun never shines
I want things That I avoid Because I do not want To want. Wanting comes with anticipation And desires, when they
"Because I love you" Doesn't mean it's okay For me to do as you say. The phrase "because I love you" Should only be used to express An act of love, of gratitude; it must not be used as a screw.
First you convince me that I am crazy, so I convince me that I am crazy too. You tell me that the difference between black and blue is that the flesh should never be yellow.
Breath of life breathe into me,Fill me like the wind fills the trees,Seep through my red stitches,Heal my scars and glitches,Breath of life breathe into my life,Take from me this price,I will let you in.
Because I love you, I will open my heart to you. Because I love you, I will not be afraid to let you in and see the darkestcorners in my soul, the parts that even I cower and flee from
“Because I love you.”I mutter. I’m not hungry. The thought of food disgusts me. I eat anyway. “Because I love you.” I whimper. I’m curled in bed early.
Wash and iron your cape daily, and be your own hero. Focus on saving yourself before saving others.
Innamorato, I think. I am in love. A loaded word, I know, but it is not out of context, or fake or artificial or lacking. It is real, and it is unwavering, and it is alive.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, or it lays in the eyes of normalcy places upon culture athat is whitewashed. Little Duckling you are not "traditional", compared to your pure and white siblings. One day you'll stand with them and frolick in
Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside. And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.
Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside. And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.
Dear Past Self, I'm not sure where in your life you are, but I'm a sophomore in college. I'm not going to lie to you, life is not at all what you thought it was going to be.
Hickory dickory dock, Cinderella said "screw the clock". She stayed at the ball, She danced with them all, the women, the men, the short, and the tall. Her gown went from fab, To totally drab,
She's broken, yet still beautiful Can't she see? Her purpose here is meaningful Without her there'd be no me She was in the dark But I shined her light It sparked her inner flame
I fell in love with a man who lives in a world of black and white Doesn't quite see something that isnt at sight I stand in the front light to make sure that I shine, but my color's to bright almost seems to blind
Beauty is not their term to define. 70, Is it the curves I lack, Or the bones that poke down my back? Puberty,
Do not call her beautiful Instead Call her powerful Call her loyal Describe the pleasant ache You get in your cheeks
I haven't forgotten the girl whose name no one knew. She never let herself be The person people didn't see, But she never was reason for rumors either. She only did what made her content.
Their voices are shrieking in my ears. Do they know how bad they are at conversation? Its like talking to seals All barking about this or that, suffering my condemnation. All people suck. they force me to be human.
Of course you are not perfect, but why do you fret? There are many more important reasons to find yourself upset. You could be greedy, coniving, full of deceit, turning a blind eye
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin squeezing my rib cage gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints teeth marks on my breasts nearly breaking the skin
If my body was a tree, I would have spend half my life trying to chop my very self down.
My thirteen reasons why Life pushed me stronger to survive One. Served for a few years , Some very holy regulars came in They said I've been gaining weight
Always be strong, be powerful, be heroic, be amazing. Always be beautiful, be intelligent, be kind, be courageous. Always do your best, and you'll always beat the rest. No questions, comments, no friendly bets. But what about those moments when y
Your eyes will bleed, your eyeballs will fall out, and your eyelashes will be plucked for all the time your stare made someone uncomfortable, for all the times you've seen something and never said anything about it, for all the times you
One day you came to me Your body like one big tear You start shaking Trembling like an earthquake
As hard as it is I want to love myself I want to love myself like my family could never love me Love me like you love me I want to see myself like you do Because you make me sound so beautiful I can't help but wonder if I really amI want to love m
"The only way we can love one another is to love ourselves farther", That quote makes it sound so easy. But when you realise self love is a self starter, The rest is not so breezy.
When one looks into the mirror, they find Satisfaction, security. I saw Disappointment, disgust, all of my flaws. Muddy-colored hair that’s never defined, Irises lifeless, never do they shine,
Dear Bulimia, Look, I'm glad you came in and put your feet up, (on my brand new coffee table...), but I'm afraid now isn't really a good time, I'm afraid there's no such thing as a really
I have myself to push and shove, But who did I seek of? The soul, mind, and body finally connect as one, And so it is my duty to rise and shine like the sun,
Throughout the past year, my beauty has grown upon me. I've been able to look in a mirror, and grin because I can accept what I see. My art has become a way of expression, and given me a sense of peace.
one Sometimes, there are last Christmases, last birthdays, last goodbyes. And sometimes, you don't know that that's what they are until they've gone by. two
Is it ignorance or focus to not search? The last stage of starvation or fullness when I don’t feel a hunger anymore? Loss or rejection of appetite when I do not thirst?
Iliana Torres January 2017
it was anonymous, her name was never said, but i knew, my pain knew, without finishing the Message: because We had spoken about it before, my voice burning with love
I'm not quite sure what it was, or when for that matter, but I began to bloom, so slow that it was not easily visible, and so foreign that it was almost unrecognizable. I began to see stars and galaxies when I looked in my own eyes and I beg
They say high school is the best time of your life But it made me hate myself I compared myself relentlesly To my friends who always seemed superior I thought they had it all together
I fell in love with his tragedy the way summer comes The retreat of the sun only breeding vulnerability coercing me, importuning me, to surmise my sole worth in this wretched world was to be enough for him
It's been a long four years, each dwindling to an end a little faster than before.My last may be my last but it's all still just a first,Years and months of friends and then none.
As I sit by I recall the dark All the tears that I could not shed In the desert park No life around No signs at all I've stayed strong For so long I love my growth
The world is changing. For better, or for worse? Last year people seemed to overlook me In my surroundings I felt cursed What did I done wrong? I asked I received no answer, so I wore a mask
I wanna let me thoughts flow, From my mind, to the page, I'm just tryna let you all know That I'm fucked up in the head, My happiness is dead, It left with the bestie... Life's really starting to test me.
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
I am Unconsciously Apologetic. For my heavily melanin skin. For my intelligence. For my stutter. For my awkwardness. For my southern accent. For my choice to give manifest to God.
January of last year I thought the idea of loving myself was inconceivable. I was in a black hole, consumed by the hatred I brought upon myself.
Love does not hurt. And if it does, It shouldn't. Those who say love hurts Are the ones who have lost A love that made them whole. Those who are in a painful love Have likely lost the love
Love does not hurt. And if it does, It shouldn't. Those who say love hurts Are the ones who have lost A love that made them whole. Those who are in a painful love Have likely lost the love
Sometimes I feel like the little girl inside of me is screamingScreaming because she’s hurting & doesn’t know how to communicate why or how she’s hurtingScreaming because she wants attentionScreaming just because
A year ago I wasn’t the person I am today A year ago I would shout and scream at the top of my lungs A year ago I was in a shell of doubt and hatred A year ago I was sheltered and alone This year I am a new soul
I will Constantly Grow A year ago… I was finding myself. I fell in love with another soul.
I stand in the mirror And shiver a little Analyzing every detail Admiring it all This is who I am This is who I love This is me And I am glad to be
I just needed a friend Dark and dim in the closet No room to breathe I was suffocating No one was able to see
Shy, excited, and turning into a lady This year, my life flipped 180 I was admitted into ASB O the sights I will see! Nervous and shaky
he was so bright God, he was bright he made my skin burn when he touched it he made my heart race, air so thick I couldn't get a breath like the hottest day of mid-July. yes, he was bright
You're down because you've been changing in ways you had never hoped nor planned The years have gone by and as you look back you scrutinize your mistakes that you can't stand
I don’t think you can disappoint me, At least not easily. *sigh* I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone Who believes that every hope is a gun.
See, society has taught us that everyone is beautiful in their own way You know, except the ones with no thigh gaps and no chiseled cheeks The ones who don’t have collar bones or a flat tummy
My whole life has been leading up to this class-this moment. I am in AP Art. I’ve made it. I’m one of the strong ones, holding tight through the current
Clear sky and open hearts. Cloudless minds and worlds of art. Floating here I see my fate, Up upon that golden gate. I see it here I see it now
My minds got me convinced that I'm scared of the silence , so I sit here with the music off. My minds got me convinced that I'm scared of feeling alone, so I set my phone to airplane mode.
There will always be traffic but stay in your lane, focus on YOUR destination, i promise it will keep you sane. & youll grow from it to , making you "the better" you that you have always wished and hoped to come true.
My Vanity, Is turning to extremity. I'd say its a necessity. The best damn part of me, it's like I won the lottery. Of all the insecurities, mine is an impurity. Have you got the cure for me?
the thing is… sometimes self harm isn’t about pain, it’s about things that last and things that dont.
Growing up with a challenge like no other. Too "white" to be black they told me. My articulation gave them room for discrimination. I wasn't too "ghetto" enough for their liking
Britt Haefeli Darlin’ Darlin’ take a deep breath and think The cold sharp steel you hold Won’t fight the cold and life won't be better
I woke up to you stirring in your sleepTurned my back to you in disgust because of the fight a few hours before where my heart borespilled out my emotions to keep youfrom turning out our lights Everythings going to be alright Back to sleep I went
I weigh 111.4 pounds. I am 5’6, lanky, And my hips are neither too wide Nor too thin.
two o’clock in the morning. your tired voice is reaching for mine through the telephone wire. and this is all i know you needing me and me being given, but something about my name
Bare feet, dewy grass, pumping legs; wind whistling in my ears, whispering secrets I cannot catch. Loathsome dread as I stare at yet another photo of myself.
I look in the mirror Staring at the unshapely form of my body The long arms And the chubby fingers The scattered freckles The accidental scar on my leg And the not so accidental scars everywhere else
The reflection wants me to die. The reflection wants me to starve. The Reflection wants to be loved. The Reflection wants to change. The reflection wants to be changed.
She came and went. as if it were easy for all of us to stand back and watch. Faster, slower, stop. the water continued dripping collecting cascading towards
There is a room And in this room there are two boxes One box is big and the other box is small, Impossibly small, And you take a step forward To look at these boxes.
It took me 18 years18 years of living here and there in the U.S.To begin to love who I amWhere I come fromTo not be embarrassedTo love my peopleTo embrace being LatinaTo understand being ChicanaAnd in 18 yearsI have become someone 14 year old me w
rough patches on skin, bumps around eyes, discoloration they look like little countries little cities live in my little countries, with little buildings and little homes
"She's too young," they say.
Red Blood of friends lost to hate Passion for what she can create From the hurt of being too late At least that wasn’t her fate
I fight for my rights I fight for equality I fight for myself
I’ve been lonely lately, in a steady state of decay, feeling like I’m not really living, just killing time. My body is shipwrecked, too much water in my lungs, too many cracks
Sometimes I feel like dying inside, other times I feel as if the world is my oyster and I am simply creating a line in some gigantic storybook where I am a minor character.
Some nights, I sip on my coffee And scribble down words With my ink-stained hands Those are the nights When I do not need the water To feel like drowning Because those are the nights
How far will you go for loveFirst maybe just a kiss then a hug but as emotions being to tugyour heart becomes a little looserHoping you'll never have to hear the truth of the matter
I want to see more buff guys holding butterflies and wearing beautiful garments, unfathomed that it could ever tamper their masculinity. Love your femininity or masculinity unconditionally.
The human body is a beautifully constructed collection of natures vast oceans, many diverse landscapes, and boasting sunsets.
I used to believe the evil I had no reason to fly I did not believe that i had wings Someone tucked them in deep I am convinced the plan was never for them to be found I used to believe the ohana
For all my favorite Roses Born into tragedy; she is celebrated, adored, nurtured, envied, blessed - she is beaten, sacrificed, scrutinized, enslaved, damned -
When you feel that breeze on a Sunday,When you feel the world flowing,There is a feeling of peace. When you wake up to the sunlight's kisses,When you stay up to the night's rhythm and blues, There is a feeling of harmony. When you lose to a fami
Dear nine yr old me You are a Nubian princess Wear your hair Dark and lovely A crown of curly wool On top of your head Do not pale in comparison To the brighter or whiter Your skin radiates Glows as bright as the night sky Above a flourishing Ede
You are a good thing. You are the poems that you devour and that you dream of creating. You are every piece of art that you love, You are a piece of art.
he never loved me that's me admitting he never stayed i wanted committing his actions were cruel but they were forgiving his leaving was my beginning
Our universive is gigantic The fact that planet Earth is only a tiny speck of dust on an infinity that we will never discover. We want to know everything, we shouldn’t!
I love you. Everyone says you have to wait for the right time to say it. That’s more of an opinion, but here’s the fact. I love you.
You hate you I love me I love you You love Me You hurt you You love me I love you
As a kid I often picked dandelions Because I loved to watch them fly away. As an adult I always picked the pretty girl
I'm not perfect but I'm real They tell me how I should feel but what works for you drowns me And what's right for you ain't right for me So just let me do me and I'll let you do you
Society tried to trap me, trick me. Laid out a treacherous trail. But I'm wiser, I'm learning, on my best days im a man of soul and on my worst, only human, only growing every day
I open my mouth with words ready to express All that escapes are jagged chokes that fade into the atmosphere. She verbally slaps me with those same chokes He glares at me with his once warm eyes.
"Why are you crying," he asked, as she splayed out on the ground. "I never saw this coming, I always thought he would be around." "Believe in yourself, child, that is all that you need.
When you're young and naive You see all these beautiful things And you want to believe That you are beautiful too. When you are young and kind You see the lost souls And can't leave them behind.
There is nothing better than spiritual convergence with the physical. When my mind wanders unknowingly into the deepest Parts of itself.
Thank you mommy Thank you daddy For teaching me that my curls are beautiful Thank you mommy Thank you daddy For teaching me that my dark skin was crafted by Him
You're so pretty! Your face is beat! Oh my God! You're hilarious! I love compliments. Conceited much? No. I'm quite Precarious.
When I was young I hated the summer Sweat, tight clothes, overflowing out of stiff shorts Sucking in, holding my breath Standing up stiff and straight- I couldn't wait to be underwater Where no one could see me
i do not have the might to gather my makeshift wings of paper maché and tacky glue and leave this cardboard labyrinth with one entrance because the minotaur is my only friend here and i am not your drowning icarus.
They ask me what I could never do without and I am tempted to say a name or a place But I realize now what I could not survive without
I met a boy He saw purple and red stripes He told me a story About how his fist Was always kissing bricks And as romantic as it was He had to quit So instead He spread a story about himself In magenta, black and elf felt green A
I need a different kind of love story... Okay, so here's the synopsis: A girl meets a boy And then questions her self worth When he looks her up and down And his eyes pause on her short skirt
I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror The reflection staring back at me raised an eyebrow and groaned - honey you look a mess
Time now for ghosts who are grand reminders of the lessons we learned from our thoughtful mistakes. They can follow us through our homes and out the door and onto the next.
I would like to grow more fond of my company, after all, lonliness is the only emotion that isn't fleeting. We spend our time, money, energy, effort we spend everything we have, hoping to somehow discover
Wants and needs Aimless seeds Planted, but only One would grow. Only One would bloom. The distance, The isolation, The earthly man On the moon. Coded in the lights Like Moriss
Our bodies are not temples, I will not be invaded as such. We are ecosystems. Made of grit, and blood and change. Packed with multitudes of intricacy, we love like gushing streams.
His hazel eyes can only see so much But he has no clue, i live in this ditch Where there lies pain and disgust, tears and perhaps one day it will either break me or mend.
Mirror Mirror On the Wall Show me the face that holds all the pain That has once seen it all The face that knows all the ways of bane Show me this face This face that the sun competes with to shine
Some days I long to be like the ocean Gently drifting in a world of deep blue And exotic life forms. The crest of my waves protect me from the terrors of hate And even at low tide I am still loved.
True Love There are lots of kinds of love Platonic Romantic Familial Love you have for your pets Your favorite band Yourself Love is something special
Alone on a desert island, Or the middle of the sea; Atop a snow-covered mountain, Or wherever I might be, My faith in God, the great I Am Is all I need to see me through, For what I need to survive,
"Why did you cut your hair?" "Heat damage." I'd say. In reality I was hiding behind the volume of my mane. I was tired of answering to the other girls,thought it was better to cut my curls.
I was once a caterpillar Trapped in my cacoon It was time for me to break free But I didn't budge My wings were stagnant My song was silenced Deep down you can hear my inner crying It took longer than the average to let myself free But change is e
The phrase, “culture and tradition are the enemies of evolution” is the modern artists excuse to erase what had been before, and impose themselves on the works of life. Such misery!
Today, I will enjoy it.I will enjoy my coffee.I won't think about everything that bothers me,Or troubles me.I will enjoy sitting on my bed,Waiting for the flood of light to enter the room.
Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud. Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love but not allowed to love ourself?
He calls me an "old soul"
I can’t bare to utter the words I LOVE YOU.because the time I did, those words became a door mat.My emotions seemed to say WELCOME. And my heart was a dot with no lock.
Happiness was as unattainable as the blooming of my favorite flower in winter. Enjoying my life was far fetched. It didn’t make sense to have hope in the future,
You are Ugly. Lose weight. Lose weight or no one will love me. The other girls are
You’ve held me back for so long Now I’m so alive Without you I thought I’d fall But look! Just watch I’m flying
When I thought about my life, I knew I couldn’t live without My friends, my family, my love And all my things, scattered about. Except my world has quickly crashed,
I used to reach for the old And I do still at times New is important too though New can be scary
I'm scared Scared of what's to come Scared of what has happened Scared of what is happening Scared of what could happen
I HATE that I remember random facts about you Like what your laugh sounds like Your favorite food Your drink of choice I HATE that the memories we made have yet to vanish I HATE what has become of us
If it were offered, A real second chance, Would you sign on, For a backward glance? To correct your errors, Clean up the mistakes, To avoid the costly pitfalls, Every one of us makes?
I am a black girl with sensual hips and full lips I am a black girlwith a secret language i am a proud black girlwhat it means to be a black girl one within this sacred sisterhoodone with naturei am a black girl learning the ropes you cannot brea
The first time she fell in love was when she saw a piece of paper and felt an urge to spill her heart out. She wrote new realities because hers weren't so sweet. She sees the world as it is:
I am a seed about to break free. stretching my roots outaward, toward water, toward sunlight. I am a sapling learning to thrive. on my own, opening my eyes. I am a tree
Things have changed, she now does things differently What's done in the past shouldn't be brought up again my future is left all up to me In the mirror she stills sees the same person But in the inside it's completely different The old her is
I am a dreamer. I have big aspirations But I don't know where to start. I'm working on this. I love me But I hate me. I'm torn between who I am, And who I know I can be.
Who am I? I am the starving artist. I am what I create. I am the idea, the draft, the rendered piece, the carefully calculated patterns, the fabric meticulously selected,
She is the girl. The girl who would rather be known as the girl who never fell in love Than the girl who fell in love Only to fall on her face Who won't try because she might fail
She sits in the room, with nothing to say, The kids make fun of her features and hair And she wonders, why they treat her this way? When ‘all men are equal’.. And it’s not fair
The photos you see of me are not me I wish you could see the me that I see No filters, no captions, no hashtags, just me The truly authentic version of me That Valencia filter cannot disguise
Who Am I? I am not an idea I am not who you want me to be
Courage. One word to describe who I am; courage. Never let fear be a factor in your decision making. This statement is so much easier said than done. But reminding yourself of it constantly, will be the beginning of change.
I could pass an hour telling youwhat’s wrong with me, delving into every nook of my weaknesses, every cranny between my ribs. I could pass a day, if
I am broken.Broken free of expectations,free of who I thought I wanted to be.Had to be.Demands I put upon myself,wrapped myself up in,cocooned myself into this creature I didn’t recognize.
I AM Not I AM Micah K. I AM first an American American girl but, Im not destined to be beauty and brains. I AM a person created through stereotypes.
I am... Imperfectly Perfect I have flaws and defects I am the number one reject But I am happy Because I see The beauty Within me It took many years With amundent tears
As women and girls of our world today
I began on a rainy, cold fall night. I was an ‘accident.’ The shaking hands and rage encompassed shock of my mother. The free money and sedentary existence of my father.
I could say I'm five foot one,
Out of all the features
My imperfections They lie beneath Veins and arteries and flesh I have locked them behind The solidified bars of my ribs They reach out through the spaces And try to lock lips with confidence
I am the beat of my heart fighting the wind of the fan at two in the morning the heartbeat is a reminder. whenever I'm dead because of the thoughts that often pop up
I am afraid but courageous I wonder if I departed, would it go unnoticed I hear the silence of a million conversations I see light dancing with darkness I want to believe that I am enough
-I went through a season of roaming. appeared as a tornado in the sand Rotating while in orbit, a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
Carry your family like burlap sacks of rice Gather your history with calloused palms like cotton Prick the tips of your fingers on the splintered pine of your family tree
I dislike m
i am a lot of things so let me begin by sharing the things i am not
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me Tremble When I land on my feet. I am the storms that plow through lands and tear Right through civilization's seams.
Depression is my comfort zone and I don't want to leave her. She makes me feel safe. She is my security that I will have someone to come back to when everyone leaves.
Call me the names the slurs the words the out-of-text toe curlers Don't be shy take it I can take it not to but not too hard Not to not too feathery not to brag but my
The lens of her minds eye is tinted
I am my own two cents. When I hit the ground runnin' the devil says, "Oh shit!" Never bite my tongue while I'm chasing the setting sun. Because it ain't over 'til I say its done. I am my biggest enemy.
in the first moment that she breathes, she is that of the supernatural by three, she is all that is the universe there is space dust in her bones and galaxies in her blood
Within my body marked on my arms Lies these dark lines That are called scars I did it once And thought I'd stop But then I kept going And couldn't get enough
There’s something glorious about being a woman Like the feel of Saturday mornings when you don’t have to go anywhere And the sky is painted with lilacs and periwinkle and you wonder “Why do I ever go to Sunday school
I look into the mirror Confused and blue. Where is the girl that I once knew? She is hiding Deep Underneath my skin What I wouldn't give To see her again. She is bubbly Curious
"Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat."
She smelled of Abuelita hot chocolate Rich and dark and spiced with cinnamon Always took up more than her fair share of room Hips swaying back and forth like they were playing tag with the wind
They asked if I was half full or empty
Everythng Is AWESOME! It's a New Day! A Time to Refres and Be a Greater You! Yes, meaning that GREAT is Already in YOU! Everything is AWESOME! Me - Him - Her - YOU!
Here’s to never being good enough
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
The thing about her was her power to love. She never saw herself, but she saw others. Always willing to give love, but rarely gave it to herself. In the act of trying to love everyone else,
A penny for your thoughts... Though your thoughts are worth so much more. Pot them with love; water them them with kindness, and everything you want will come to you as you grow taller and taller
It's like my thoughts grow outta my head; every curl contains every word I done said every song I done heard every book I done read And that hate and pain is like shea butter
You look at me and say "I want that' I look at you and say "I want that" But why can't we look in the mirror and say "I like that?" Instead of saying I wouldn't mind a little less
Within myself, I hold a universe. Silent. Darkened eternity. Stars and galaxies seem distant and far As you naviage the empy planes And cold and desolate Planets that may have once held life
You see, the problem is I have treated you as if you are the sun. And you are not the sun. My life does not depend on you, you are not in any way crucial to my survival.
Write whatever you can down
Photos of perfect people #Filter Photos of perfect bodies #Filter Photos of perfect models #Filter I do no think these photos embody the beauty of a sleepy smile, or the yawn of somebody you love
i had taken 50 tylenol, in intervals of five on april 2ndapril 2nd, because i felt that april 1st would be a day too cruel to get a call from your child's school
I am imperfectlopsided smilea single dimpled cheekan abundance of freckles and blemishescrooked spinethe scars that are scattered amongst my body tell my story
You are not a second choice,
The clock curdles past midnight, Cradles the blinking colon and starts swaying, Starts praying for more merciful numbers,
Filters on photographs hide so many things like the freckles on my nose and the acne on my cheeks Filters on my words hide the real me how I sometimes cuss like a sailor
People talk about me and it used to bother me they said I was annoying they said I was loud and weird
In the middle there was something, a queen or a king, From the beginning to the ending, they made everything, Me being a part of that, my construction is exact,
I have freckled cheeks and chapped lips. I have never known what to do with my hair, and I'm sure I sweat my makeup off before lunch everyday. I am not pretty. Because pretty is a flower,
I don't understand why everybody cares so much. Look at me! I am tall. I am big. I am loud. I am strong. Where is the problem? Listen to me! I am smart. I am brave.
I don't recognize my own reflection anymore. That sad, broken girl in the mirror can't be me, can it? How did this happen? How do I fix this? That's it. No more selfies. No more selfies will I post,
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night
Mad She’s a match that’s quick to light that’s not hard to put out. Short tempered, but quick to forgive. Merciful Insecure She’s a puppy in a pack of wolves
When I look in the mirrorI am disgusted Turn Tilt Smile Move on Not a piece feels rightArms too longMouth too smallHair too straight
Big things can come in small packagaes I'm above average I stand five feet Not easy to defeat A worthy opponent, watch and see Increasing my seratonin, I bask in the Vegas rays
"Just be yourself." I've heard that line a thousand times Which self? The one that gets me admiration and respect, or the one who swings between lows and elation,
My flaws have no limit I am infinite Infinite as the knowledge bestowed Upon me I am the rhythm, jazz, rap and blues
Behind the filter is a girl A girl who has been through the hells of growing up Behind the filter is insecurities Insecurities the girl doesn't allow to define her Behind the filter is compassion
There's a funny little saying You are what you eat So watch what you eat cause You are what you eat Can't have fast food You're fat Can't have that cookie That's sugar
Today we are told to be thinner, eat less, work out more; that our beauty has a standard we need to brace ourselves for.
I am not an ultimatum. I am not a second option. I am not a backup plan. I was born from a latent warrior. Her strength took time to bloom. I am the flower that grew without rain.
How am I supposed to love others as I love myself,
I am like a notebook with blank pages of uncertainty and past mistakes never completely erased. The spiraled edge will break with too much inside, yet I can't add more space.
Look Into My Eyes
I am not delicate but I will wear pink. I am not frightened but I will cover my eyes at a horror movie. I am young but that does not mean I have a blind eye. I am female but that does not make me weak.
Eyes hold lies Ears hold lies It is not only the mouth that holds lies Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
I stay the same underneath, What my selfie seems to be. Whether on or offline My smile stays the same. I am the player, And Instagram's the game. Underneath the clothes and shining light.
i am smart kind funny compassionate and if given the chance i would change nothing. not my hair or my body or my situation. they are what make me i am composed of my
I am more than the 4C type It does not get me where I’m going in life The kinkiness does not exemplify what I am capable of Just how I present myself out of love
There's a pair of eyes That can make me perfect in my eyes
An apology is much overdue For all the harm I've caused; More so with the harsh words, Which daily fell from my tongue. The cuts and bruises once came From being young, wild, and free.
Who am I? I'm no one I'm someone, that no one sees I'm outgoing And I'm "here" So why do I feel invisable? Because my name isn't my name My face doesn't look how it should
Wake up, roll out of bed, dress to impress.
Lack of confidence that is your immortal enemy No one doubts yourself more than you Somehow you cannot outrun these thoughts They are just there Ready to kick you when you are down
I as a person am not a conversion.
I am made Entirely of flaws But make No Assumptions I am still PERFECT I am the goddess of my own domain With the ability to change the world
She may not be the very definition of beauty but her self-restrained chaos unravels all connotations of the word. She’s more than a number, more than a status. In a world of never ending can’ts, won’ts, shouldn’ts,
It's taken my entire life A roll down a hill and a swim through a lake Wide swings around wooded paths behind the trees and looking off towards the tracks
Is it natural? Yup You're telling me there's no weave or extensions? Yup Well then you must be part white or something? Nope Seriously, you're fully African American? Yup But,you have a perm then? Nope
A metamorphosis Image. Your looming shadow hunched stature
I've never been pretty.
"Hey fat ass, big booty, bring it over here. We want to make our point to you very clear. That butt makes you ugly, short and stout. Oh, dont start crying, why dont you hear me out?
I don't think I'm flawlessI have never loved my bodyAnd I know I have a shitty personalityBut I do think I am flawless
Pussy Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
We all attempt to know ourselves. As people, we are born and the process begins. Exploration of body and mind, Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes, We search for answers.
Standing in front of the mirror, Just myself And I. I love the girl staring back at me from behind the glass. Strong thighs, Brown eyes, Every flaw and ounce of fat, Is me.
Mirror girl, mirror girl Always in the back row Of the room or the bus or the chapel If I draw aside, draw aside the curtain Would I see you? Find you in your hiding place Your hiding place
One It is about time you realized that you are black you still don’t know what that means But one day you will And you will never have felt more beautiful or misunderstood
your cruel words slam into me like a trainwreck attaching themselves to my every thought they soon become a part of my being tattooed, exposed, unsettling i slowly peel off the layers with help from friends
“Hello I am “Purpose” I would like to talk to you. About what you and I are suppose to do. Now listen to me now and do what I say. Now that you and I are on our way to the top of the world to be an important person.
He told me to contain my hair. To pull the reins on my paradise. He said "They won't stop staring." He couldn't understand the mutiny. I had a Garden of Eden growing from my roots.
This isn't technically a poem but this should be seen:
Those poor girls, this poor me trying to navigate womanhood not knowing which way to look,
i never had your heart, you never placed it in my hands. but i just want you to know that i could handle it. not that you'd ever decide i'm strong enough to, but just in case you ever wondered.
The first time it happens, I'm nine years old, and my mother says we need to go on a diet.She says we, but she means you, and I know, I know, I know --
If everyone started loving themselves,There would be a lot less hate in the world.Just think of how much better you would feelIf every time you put yourself downYou thought of something positive instead.
Dear lord forgive me for I have sinned, a girl has a effected where my thoughts have been taken in. Pretty smile and eyes I could stare at for more than just awhile.
When it comes to my size, people assume things "I don't exercise, I eat too much, I eat poorly, I don't care what people think" Well that is damn wrong.
Valentines day is a day of love an artificial holiday. Overall I had a great Valentines. And sure it sucks seeing all of the "cute" couples being in love
When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than mea world of happiness previously unseen was discoveredbecause somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and timeI was taught to despise myself
All of my cells exploded and were remade from starlight
A product of my generation The product of hate It's poisoning our water supplies, our children, our lives Its not a product of man Its not a product of woman It's the story of our ancestors
I do not wear your skinny jeansNor your tight tube topsOr Hollister shirts.I do not succumbTo your “perfection”Your rulesYour life.You may be frightenedTo break the shell they put you in
A small girl with braids in her hair She did what she loved and she didn't care
Every time another outfit is ruined by the dress code, I hear somebody say this: "OMG, why can't girls wear tank tops?
It was as a child I learned I was happy. There was only the present moment, and there was never any pressure, no ideals to conform to, no desire to impress.
Growing. That's a scary thing to do. We don't realize that every day we change, little nuances in the way we move or speak. The way we cross the street.
Rebel girl, you are the queen of my world. Twirl it round and round. We aren't falling down. Rebel girl, stand tall. No need to scream and shout, no need to ever pout.
Who are you? I am a collection of my mistakes
Don’t reveal I’m soft insideMake them believe I’m hard and dryIf I don’t venture to show myself.They will believe I’m something else.
You know Oprah wasn’t the only one who had to fight Because all my life I had to fight I’ve had to fight the evil glares of people judging me All because of my kinky hair, People staring at my curvy hips
I dot the foundation on the uneven areas of my skin, like I’ve seen my sister Rose do. Figuring out the uneven areas isn’t hard, since my cappuccino birthmark is not the same pecan tan tone as my skin.
To begin something, with a blank mind to begin somthing, where only time can tell you if it's what you thought only time spent, to figure what you've bought. Most people never begin,
THIS ONE IS FOR ME: WE NEED TO GIVE OURSELVES A LITTLE LOVE AT TIMES. Came home from an exhausting day on the job Dogs barking greeting you we step in the hood. everybody knows anybody
It is cold here, but my throat burns with anguish and self-hatred. My body failed more than it was appreciated. A beautiful, red ribbon holds me to the ground.
What I wanted was a life normal to every other I fell victim to the mirror, the rest just makes me shutter I quit making friends, and made my body crumble Every meal was a war, magazines made me stumble
Crawling out of her cracked shell of skin, she is writhing against the body that gives her life. Too tight! Too tight! she shrieks, suffocating in her prison and dreaming of bursting free -
We are so much more than what you see in the videos on TV We are so much more than the rocks on our chain Or the chronic smoke that clouds our brain We are so much more than the sagging of our pants
Life is a game of chance like rolling the dice Life is not all fun and games there are things you have to sacrifice You can’t dance your way through situations you have to pay a price I have many things on my plate; as a result I am full of life W
Please don’t feel alone, For there are people surrounding you with their love. Please don’t beat yourself down, For you could reach for the stars. Please don’t harm yourself,
In my time of need, words rushed me Incoherent and strangled words Fearful and swarming in my mind So I took them into my hand And stuffed them into my pocket They became scattered and sullied
Fuck. Suck. Rage and run. Blow your brains out with self-love. Don’t be like me.