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Past fury

Past fury  running through me, I have always been ENOUGH. Strong and witty and at times to rigid and tough. There is tenderness inside of me but the right man has to waken it up.
I am a poet, with a ghost waiting for me when I get home. The agonizing feeling of not being able to find love. 
There is a skeleton in my closet, waiting for me to call the cops up. Was it me who killed me the one who was so bright and young!
Wicked tongue, quick as bullets flying from a gun. Wicked tongues must be silent to hear the universe call. 

Pretty Little Lies

You say you want me to be yours with my soul undressed and heart fully exposed. But you ridicule me  for wanting your love. Why are the most charming men Hoes?
Don't play with my heart with those pretty little lies. 
Those head rubs and mischief hands all around my thighs. Don't tell me that was all you wanted, When we were up all night laughing and fucking. This Misogynist bullshit throws good women off their focus.
Dont blind side me with those big ugly lies.
You say I was just good enough for a quickie and I have a brain the size of a pumpkin seed. You say Im worthless and a big mouth girl is inappropriate. I'm overcalling and over texting I'm becoming impulsive. I'm losing control because I know this person your describing is not the true description of me.  Fuck I need to breath.

I had to breath in an out and tell myself that those characteristics are apart of my wounded skin. The skin that you relentlessly  wont let me shed. 
I am women, from the rib of Adam…

The silence kills me

This week has been crazy, I’ve lost my relationship with my sister. My granny is in the hospitalšŸ˜“  I’ve also been given the opportunity to help homeless students all around Texas but it’s forcing me to go back into the dark days of my childhood and high school years. I don’t talk about the fact that I was homeless from the age of 13-17, because then I’ll have to accept the fact that my mother really didn’t love me.


The silence kills me  In a time of healing where quiet work is done, I’m drowning inside the silence.
The feeling of being so close to someone but never being able to speak. A whirlwind of emotions swirling around me  I’m caged into the inner expression of my childhood. Past, present, future... will they soon meet?  Rejection: the silent pain of I’m not good enough for them, how could there be a champion in me. Make the world stand still beneath my feet. So I can see where I fell short of loves company  Childhood Trauma  ,” Mama why won’t you speak”? She is silent, cold and alarmi…