The Living & the Breathing

I often want to scream words like:

“Fuck living!”

or

“I’d rather die!”

but you can’t say things like that amongst the living….

amongst the thriving……

They’ll just act like they care, although they really don’t, until you have no other option but to hang your head down in shame within their presence.

 

Melanin

Brown skin poppin’

earthy tones of gold & amber.

You are beautiful.

As you go, you glow.

The sun hugging every inch so delicately

Bouncing off of you in all the right places.

This earth & the sun alike have always chose you first.

Its rays crave you & reach out for your skin to quench its thirst.

They don’t want you to know about your powers within,

because truth be told,

they’re just jealous the sun has never reached out to kiss them.

Wasted Life

Reality only makes sense to the weak minded or those that write the rules: the leaders & the easily led. Those incapable of free thought & rational thinking. Logically, it is all illogical when you really think about it. This society was built on stolen grounds & held together with rusty screws. Loose bolts reflecting loose lips that only speak up for those deemed privileged.

I feel sorry for them….

The privileged that is.

How sad to live life in such a lie. Blind to the atrocities that surround them until they die unbothered & their mark on this earth disappears forever.

Cause it will.

What a wasted life.

The Sad Girl with the Long Hair

I did it. I cut it all off. I finally realized I kept it all these years for you, when all I really wanted was to shed the extra weight. The extra weight that began to burden my entire being. Cutting it off freed me. It freed me from my dark thoughts, but most importantly it freed me from you. It was the unspoken thread that held us together & now that it’s gone what is there to tie the broken pieces of us back together with? It defined me, but the me that was “me” when I was with you. And now? Now it defines me and only me.

Who knows……perhaps one day, when it’s long again….I will run my fingers through it & not a single memory of you will cross my mind.

2.23.17

Yesterday I wanted you, but today I value me.

I once wanted to be one, but now I want to be free.

At noon I believed only in the birds & the trees, but that’s changed about ten times since three.

Waking up as one person, falling asleep as another.

Who am I really is all I want to discover.

Am I one with the universe or is it all a hoax?

It is hard to know what’s real when your’e surrounded by small-minded folks.

Sorry, Not Sorry

Sorry the world turned you into a monster & I was too late to save you,

but you gotta hold on to those good things that make you.

I’m sorry for a lot, it is all so surreal,

but I will never apologize for making you feel.

 

Note to Self:

You are beautiful.

You are strong.

You can accomplish anything & everything.

You will make a difference in this world.

You will un-become anything that isn’t really you & become everything that is.

You will grow & elevate unapologetically.

Change is good; Life is change.

Keep Changing.

 

Drunk Gibberish

Cyber space rules all, as we post on our way to spend fake paper at the mall.

“Make a vid”, “take a pic”, “FUCK THAT SHIT“.

Oblivious starter kit.

Naive, self righteous & one-sided, that’s what we’ve become.

Can we re-elect? Can we get a re-run?

Conditioned with fake ideals, but this false sense of living is what kills!