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As I work through my own insecurities, there is still a part of me that doesn’t believe in my capabilities. I spend a lot of my time dreaming of the person I would like to become one day but I cannot fully be sure if I can make it possible. This poem shows the transition
It is inevitable to not make mistakes in this life. Everyone holds something that they regret but consistently follows them at some point. There is no use in pretending to be perfect, because the skeletons that follow us are a constant reminder of how we do some kind of wrong, even if we do not
Finding true friends is a rare occasion in life. When they do come along, a little bit of appreciation and praise doesn’t hurt. I cherish this person for being so kind-hearted and real with me, no matter what. I am so grateful to have crossed paths with them, and I can only hope we won’t
In a way, this poem is inexplicable but then the words are pretty self-explanatory at the same time. There are always those times that come in life where nothing makes sense. It seems like so much is against you and suddenly, you lose yourself in negativity. These words from created from my nightmares, in a
These are the kind of poems you write when you have had enough of the hate and turmoil taking control of the world. These are the feelings you feel when you consistently see problematic things going on around you. I am glad to have a platform where I can use my voice to call out
I was always taught that it is better to love yourself and stay independent rather than depending on someone else for your own happiness. But I also learned that it is not a crime to yearn for the affection and love from another, since it is something normal for us to feel. This poem represents
Usually, when these kind of poems are written, it is the other way around — the writer is the one expressing their sorrow over their broken heart. This time, the roles are reversed. I, the writer, am left tormented with the fact that I broke someone else’s heart, and it is something that will stick
Most of this poem was inspired by what I have seen others go through and even some of my own experiences. Trying to be kind in a world that consistently shows its ugly spirit back to you is like eating lemons and hoping for one of them to be sweet. It’s useless and you will
As a young black woman, I grew up with self-esteem issues, even to the point of self-loathing because of the horrendous things I would hear and see about black women and girls. I never had the chance to embrace the unique qualities of being a black girl such as my brown skin, natural hair, and
