musings, poetry

Control

They say keep your mouth shut

Don’t speak, don’t think

They say they know what’s best

Because they always have

Because they always will.

 

They tell you to look the other way

Because what’s right does not matter

Even if you see it,even though you know it to be true

Because they control what we see

When we see it and how we see it.

Ultimate power;hidden in plain sight.

 

They tell us when to act

When to feel rage, when to feel placidity

Our opinions are formed before we know what to think

Because it is how they secure the upper hand

Because it is how they remain in control

 

As long as our minds belong to them

As long as our words are stolen and distorted;

Our beliefs and values robbed and contorted,

Our mouths remain shut along with our eyes

Along with our ears

They gain from this weakness, profit off of our fears.

 

But

Our minds belong to us;

We speak freely because we can

Our eyes are open, observing.

Our ears are open,listening.

We sit and wait until the time is right.

Patiently waiting,silently hoping.

 

poetry

“Queen”

I know I skipped a Wednesday(sorry). I’m always busy with school so it’s a little hard to find the time to type these up. Anyway, I wrote this one a long time ago,as in October(which isn’t really that long I guess?) but as I say with almost everything I write, it is one of my favorites.

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A Goddess in her own right,

She deserves the utmost respect.

Though she is not loved by many,

Her love for herself is sustaining.

She radiates confidence and royalty,

With her halo of thick dark hair.

She speaks truth and positivity

Into existence with every breath that

Escapes those full lips.

Underneath them lies glistening white,

A smile that blinds the world and

Captures envy from the sun.

Underneath her skin lies deep

Red blood, that courses through her

Like electricity, like a fire.

It gives her charge,it gives her the

Strength to endure a world that hates her.

To endure a world that constantly blames her.

To endure a world that does not appreciate her.

Her red blood, white teeth, blue veins and bright

Eyes are not enough.

But for her, for this natural beauty,

This ebony colored queen,

She knows she has power,

She knows she has a voice,

She knows that she is important

But for them, it remains unseen.

poetry

“Lonely Gopher”

After my last post, I had a very close friend tell me how proud of me she was. She showed her mom the poem I wrote and they both expressed admiration for it and honestly it was the best feeling.

To me, life is only worth living if you have people who will support your dreams no matter what you do. Some are only so lucky to have people who will tell them how talented they are, I’m glad that I have a best friend who will do this for me! (Shout-out to you 🙂 ).

So I have another poem, and again I warn you that I am not attempting to be a poet but  this one is really important to me and I really liked it. So I’m sharing it with you guys.

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Lonely Gopher

Created by a maker not ripe for the task,

The lost ones toiled in trying to follow a clear path

Gophers they were, burrowing and hiding so as not to be seen

Foreign creatures a part of the cruel world, not understanding what it all means.

Thrown away, forgotten, unwanted and unloved.

The gophers could not swim, they could not rise above,

The pain, the hurt, the sorrow and the shame.

This was the plan all along, the maker had experienced the same.

But the lost ones knew, they understood, they were aware

Of the obstacles they would face  surrounded by the others who did not care that they were there

Unsatisfied with being cast-aways the gophers decided to change their fate

Praying that world could still be theirs, praying it was not too late.

But the seasons changed, they could no longer remain together

The closeness and the comfort had slipped away from them,forever.

Tired of waiting and hoping and trying and working at it alone,

The lonely gopher was determined to stray, she would find herself a new home.

poetry

“What Makes You Blue”

During the first week of school, my AP Lang teacher gave us our first writing assignment. She wanted us to write about an incident, an event or a series of events that changed our lives. She told us it could be anything, literally any thing that had an impact on our lives. She admitted later that this was just a way for her to see what kind of writers we were so the prompt was something that should have been easy for everyone. So much has happened in my life that I almost laughed when she told us this was the prompt. There was so much for me to choose from but there was only one thing I really wanted to write about.

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