Inside, Outside Happy All the Time

Being there with myself, the answer presented itself to me and everything made sense. Being sad wasn’t so hard anymore because I now had the opportunity to access the knowledge that granted me the power to change it. Why? Because I knew what I needed to change.

Old Vibe, New Times

We could finally breathe deeply Conversing with lines of lyrics Tickling our intellect We’re connected far beyond human existence; spirits

A Colored White Girl

Slowly I lost sight of my right to be here To be loved To know what it was I did so wrong to deserve such torment I was meant to perish Without understanding of why I couldn’t be different

Music

‪I love the way music feels on my skin‬ Goosebumps rise when I hear it This is what I needed to hear This is what I needed to feel

Die. Dying. Dead

Poured a glass that was tall but empty Dehydrated everything that nourished me Should I call this love Or an unselfish act

Fault

I had given my heart away to a person I thought would give me theirs What felt like an eternity I walked alone blindly I peeled back layers of myself to prove to you my loyalty

Her Imperfections In Standards

Society's definition of standard hands slowly grip tighter around her neck You're not small enough You're not big enough Your bosoms don't bust the seams of your shirt bringing the men who wallow in thirst to their knees

Stolen

You were my reason my words were spoken out loud You were my audience You listened to the words i had never heard myself say You were the first