Poetry
This poem is pretty ironic, because I’m using words to describe how I sometimes struggle with using words to express myself — I suppose irony is just a part of life. I’ve always been a fairly quiet person, and I find myself feeling like I should have something to say, even when I don’t. I
Insecurities are something that I definitely struggle with and in turn has influenced a lot of my daily life. One of the insecurities I’ve always struggled with is my skin color that even now, I’m still learning and trying not to see as a negative aspect. I wrote this poem after a day at school
Interpretation is something that I have always wished to entrust upon the eyes that read me. I don’t like to give written meanings to words I have felt. That’s the beauty of it: When one reads between the lines and they take and feel them for something of their own, it is so much deeper.
As a writer, I often feel misunderstood. I’m content sitting in a park all day, watching people and making observations. I sometimes walk around in cemeteries and write down names that sounds pretty to me. I hold on to my characters and will defend them with all my being, even if they’re the supposed antagonist.
It takes a long time to get over people who have had a significant impact on your life, especially when one day they’re just gone and it seems like there is no way for you to gain closure. This poem is about when someone you’ve been trying to get over suddenly reappears in your life
I always love watching movies, because I get lost in them. I become the character; I feel sadness, anger, loneliness and love with the protagonist on screen. But what I wanted to write was a short poem about the tingly feeling you get when the movie ends, and you remember who you are — like
As we enter the Black History month we must be reminded of the true history of the black experience, both good and bad. This month we should celebrate the trials and tribulations of our ancestors, but remember that there is still work to do. First things first, I am unapologetically BLACK My cultural roots uplifted
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
Some of our dreams feel real, and we don’t want them to end. Sometimes we live according to this dream, and we often forget about reality. We live for these fantasies to be real. Maybe soon. As I closed my eyes, I dreamed of you and me Drifting along and getting lost At the streets
There comes a time in your life when you must evaluate the situation you are in and realize it is not worth the stress anymore. I wrote this at a time when I was questioning why I even wanted to be with someone who was incapable of reciprocating the same energy as me and the
Someone who is transcendent may be perceived as extraordinary and divine. This is a poem about wanting to be extraordinary, both for yourself and so that other people will take notice of you. I wish to be transcendent, like the moon over the sea; I wish to be a face so unforgettable, that you would
