Jul 29

Walk in

You've got to
walk into the room like you
own the place,
and this is what I've learned since
I was a little girl.
Everybody in the room
expects you to come in
eyes on the ground,
hands by your sides,
taking small steps,
fighting the urge to cry,
just because you're
a girl.
And I refuse.
I dissent.
I will not buy in to your stereotype.

I will walk into the room like I own that place,
eyes straight up,
arms crossed,
taking wide strides,
straight into the future like
I own the place.
Jul 20

So Tired.

The little girl looks at her mother
with those big brown loving eyes,
says,
mama, I'm so tired.
can I just rest?

She sees her mother sobbing,
telling her to hang on.
The little girl looks around the room,
she remembers the shattering glass
of the car, but she's bone tired.
papa, I'm so tired, 
can I just rest?

The little girl remembers the blood that pooled around.
Her family is crowded around her.
She's too tired.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
I'm going to rest

and her last thought as she slipped out was,
I tried.
 
Jul 20

Love

Love is such a strong word,
just like hate.
Love is such a fragile word,
like a glass vase.
Love can be so thrilling,
but yet so sad.
Love can brighten your world,
or drown it in sorrow
like you have never
experieced before.
Love can start nations,
and it can break them apart.
And that is why you
should maybe be wary before you
fall in
LOVE
 
Jul 17
poem 1 comment challenge: Moment

Speck

In the eyes of the cosmos,
I am just an insignificant
speck.
In the eyes of a black hole,
I am just an insignificant
speck.
In the eyes of nebulae,
I am just and insignificant
speck.
In the eyes of a galaxy,
I am just an insignificant
speck.
In the eyes of the planet filled with people,
I am just an insignificant
speck.
Cut in the eyes of you and my family,
I am the speck that matters.
 
Jul 15

mask

The one silent rule,
that she has to follow,
never show that you are weak,
never show that you're going to 
break never show that you 
are going to burst at any moment.
Build the wall and 
build it high,
build it so you'll never cry,
cuild it so you'll be
strong for everyone around you.
And when you're done building the
wall so high and tall,
drowning your thoughts with music,
so long that your eyes forget how to cry
sit there and wonder if it was really 
worth it
Jul 15

kindness

Why can't the world express kindness.
Why can't the stars reach out and 
comfort us with their light.
Why can't the cold people at the heads of power
reach out and take some time.
To know the people,
to know the places,
to see what humanity is like.
If people would stop and smell the flowers,
maybe the world would be more 
kind.
#sos17
 
Jul 14
poem 1 comment challenge: Planet

The Other Planet

The Other Planet
Is on the Other side of the sky.
It's on the Other side of the mirror.
The sky is still blue,
and the grass is still green,
and trees still have trunks and roots,
but when you go to this Other
of Earth you find
the people who live there
do not fight,
they do not disagree,
they are peaceful and they
keep to them selves,
and they stare at the sky and are
thankful for everything and they always give
each other hugs.
And I think we can agree on this dear reader,
you and me
that the people of Other are quite boring.
#sos17
 
Jul 13

Questions

The questions people have when they look at me
So different from the rest,
My tan skin sticking out from the pale 
around me,
dark hair is like
a cat in a swallow's nest
Where are you from?
What do you eat?

I mean really?
I'm a human being to.
They don't seem to realize that in all their 
facination, Don't seem to realize that they're
hurting me with every question.
How many languages do you speak?
I'm so sorry.
What are you sorry for?
What do you feel guilty for? 
It is these things I do not understand.
Do you feel out of place?
Do you like here better or there?

Do they not realize they are making me a stranger,
blocking me out, 
with these very questions
Some times I just wish that 
instead of all of these quesrions,
after hearing where I come from
they would simply ask,
And how are you today?
Jul 13
poem 1 comment challenge: Object

Objects

To you these are just objects,
some cheap junk I have saved,
Some scraps from here and there,
But to me these are memories,
the necklace that my aunt gave me,
So happy, in its bear shape,
so bright.
The watch that my father gave,
all the way from Germany,
decorated with daffodills,
just like my name.
The picture of my sister and me
in that restaraunt,
my mother took the photo,
encasing our hapiness,
our innocence,
our laughter, our joy.
To you these might be simple things,
worn from the use,
but to me they are treasures,
sunshine in the dark.
 
Jul 12
poem 1 comment challenge: Movie

stronger

How are you supposed to feel when
your world isturnedupside down?
How are you supposed to feel
when your worldisturned upside down
How are you supposed to feel when you are
banned from the country you love
Where you now feel unwanted.
You watch the protests numbly on the TV screen
As the fire grows cold inside you
and you look into your sisters eyes and realize you need
to be strong for her
so you put on
your brave face, you put on your mask,
But inside you're struggling to go another day
Because what doesn't kill you
makes you STRONGER
#sos17

 

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