ournourishment

Wake Up I am your strong tower, I am your helper, the one to catch you when you’re falling down, and ease the difficulty of getting back up. Will I ever feel envy in the face of your success? More than likely, but the stress is not on my envy it’s on my respect; I will honor your success as a God ordained orchestration in your life, and humbly wait for mine. I am your sister, my teeth were never meant to sink into your back. I will swallow my jealously and never create strife behind it. I am human, I am trying to express my humanity in hopes you’ll return the same to me. But even if I never receive any of what I give you, I should have never honored you solely to receive honor in my name. My reward will never be found in receiving attention for simply being humane to you, society has misconceived this notion but there is nothing admirable in behaving in the way you should have originally I am your sister, defaming you doesn’t glorify me. Supporting you doesn’...

I live in a world between insanity and reality, In a world people don’t really visit. Because… He thought I was weird, she thought I was weird, he thought I was weird she thought I was weird hethoughtIwasweirdshethoughtIwasweirdhethoughtshethoughtthoughtthoughtthought They never actually thought about me I say something like “Don’t judge me?” Well I want to say that, but my lips don’t part at the right time Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again Repeating those words in my head Aloud I question: did that mean anything to you? If we die, I’ll ask for leniency at your sentencing I’m not insane – demented, I simply contrast you I’ll kneel next to you, and run my hand over your back, kiss your cheek My tears dripping off my face and onto your alabaster skin I will ask what you’re too afraid too

Tears welled from her eyes, she sobbed and cried Begging for him to turn around Her knees were sore and bruised, blood streaked the floor under her - broken skin "Turn around it's not too late." Her voice shrieked an octave higher. She cursed his name. Life wasn't on her timetable anymore; or rather she realized it never really was Her knees went weak, the puffy red face slamming into the dirt ground Now eye level with his feet I kissed them softly, "please, please take me." Last words weren't Enough The ground opened up, the dark hole swallowed her whole. Free falling into the darkness, her back finally hit A sizzling noise, she looked around the heat making her eyes squint In an amazing feat she rose to her feet. Rip The skin of her back was left sticking to the ground she fell on Veins still pulsing as she turned to examine the white fat and muscle tissue no longer attached to her back.

All these words about this guy or this girl What about me? In a world filled with so many individuals and life forms, I think I've forgotten myself But how can that be? Don’t you live with thee?   I’m consumed with other people, and their thoughts and beliefs so I started to forget Imani  And it’s not selflessness or nobility, this isn't loving thy neighbor, it’s living for thy neighbor and disregarding thy self I idle by as I let others go before me, their needs and demands, wants and desires But who puts me first? Stanza II I lay myself down by the wayside and let them take When their done I wade into the water and drown my impurities I pause my life for people who are only meant for a season Leaves turn to mulch as the sharp winds become bitter, grass blades turning to freezing ice sickles As hibernation begins, they flee, it was only meant for a season Knowing me I would have force it until flower bloom Because I force things Out of dis...

I find solace in small things Quiet gestures Sweet words I feel solace against her warm body My fingers wrapped around her She exposes the words I hold in; my darkest fears, biggest fantasies I know solace when my chest rises with ease Emotions stop hindering my thought process, peace showers over me I want solace, but she’s hard to find and I’m unwise I look for her in the trees; bottom of bottles.  I look for her in unknown beds with unknown bodies. I look for her where other people have said to find her but she’s never there. She usually finds me Her warm smile seduces me as we move into a whirlwind fantasy I love her and she loves me That’s why she’s my solace; because she completes me and keeps my heart at ease And I never feel like I’m in it alone, or I care too much, or that I’m doing it on my own So many of the feelings that I feel with other humans, those feelings are all gone and if I ever do feel that way she reappears to remind me th...

She hold it in, holds it all in Her emotions, thoughts, memories, the demons of her past that she keeps trapped in the depths of her being No acknowledgement means no existence? A lie forcibly shoved down her throat as she attempts to get through her days It happened, they all happened, but only at night, in the dark does her soul open itself To pay homage to the pain that has made an abode in the vacancies of her heart The cup runneth over, the tears flow freely, her mouth gapes as she quietly sobs, her chest heaves heavily Everything has boiled over; the façade of her reality has been broken in the cloak of the night Demons swarm her face, pin her to the bed as she relives what she’s worked so hard to forget Her mouth agape becomes their entrance, moving back into her, quickly finding their home again in her heart The tears slow, her chest rises and falls at an even speed and soon she drifts to sleep They’re sleeping now too: the thoughts, memories and demons, ...

They say the sky is the limit..but how can that be? Mama never had enough money for me For my shoes..For my clothes..For our house..For our food My sky was always dark and muddy colored The limit is the sky..but I was never smart My brain stopped functioning after multiplication and my teachers well they never really gave a fuck I sit here in my senior year with less information then from my first The sky is not my limit; society knew I would never reach, it was just a sweet mantra; candy for me to eat I’d be the scum of the earth, or the person their taxes go too; not a person to look up too Should I cry? Feel sad about my situation? I guess the best thing would be to embrace it I am what I am and I am nothing at all The person on your street corner, the fly on the wall Just a person trying to get by in a world with hardly any knowledge at all I laugh hearing the sky is the limit, as if I ever thought so far My life was li...

A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish No one was older than 18 Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security. There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity They were mine. For you

Fight We realized we loved more then we were frustrated The pain excreted in tears, screams, yells, sobs It just showed how worth it we are; we all deserve to be fought for Somewhere in the misery of it all; seeing their tears made it worth it  Inturn my eyes welled with water My lungs raw and red; fist clenched I'm fighting; fighting for something I subconsciously question  Is this worth it? I'm scared to hear the answer So I keep my fist high, my face red; stricken with tear stains Hoping the answer will escape my head 10/29/13

Arghhhhhhh I'm so overwhelmed with my anger, frustrated by people's ignorance. Annoyed by people's lack of respect. My blog has become my sounding board I shall not want, it lead me to self-peace, it maketh me feel not like killing people, it restoreth my sense of humanity. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear myself more then anyone else; for I am thy worst enemy; for the rod and the staff may not comfort me but rather the enemies who face me.  10/25/13

For all those viewing, and all those to come(I pray and hope), I will be attempting to add a poetry piece/selection every day. If not at least 5 out of the 7 days of the week. Bear with me, my schedule is fairly demanding, but I hope you enjoy each piece and it offers some form of uplift, awakening, entertainment, and above all else thinking. Generating something for your mind, I feel as though it would be worthless if it didn't at least do that. Cheers