The Secret

Everyone knows about it

No one wants to talk about it

Those who do go ignored

Because the men get bored

 

It’s all about everyone else being comfortable

But when she’s curled up in bed

With a throbbing head

Who cares about her comfort?

 

It’s the elephant in the room, 

It’s every girl’s monthly doom

No boy wants to hear about it

But when a girl gets moody they blame it

 

Every time it happens

A crinkle can be heard 

As something is secretly handed 

Girl to girl, girl to girl 

 

It’s a secret everyone knows

Something we all suppose 

Because when it doesn’t come knocking

A child is born with its new family flocking

 

Awake Dreaming

I’m the youngest of my friends,

But I am the group’s “Mother Hen” 

 

I live to party, indoors with a book 

 

And when I’m lonely, with everyone around

I go to my happy place where I’m alone

 

When I’m done for the day

I stay up and dream the night away

To the Slave Girls We've Forgotten

She was beautiful 

She was kind

She believed in good

She was smart

She could have 

made the world 

a better place

a safe place

a diverse place

a loving place

a world peace kind of place

 

But her life went to waste

Because her skin was a color 

Deemed a disgrace

Never mind her brain 

Never mind her heart

Never mind her spirt 

Because her skin was a color

Deemed unworthy of an equal place

Escape

Her superpowers are words 

as she writes about 

her pain and truths.

She never realized 

that every book 

helped several others 

escape their 

troubling reality. 

 

Another young girl 

countries away 

hears the bullying, 

the yelling 

but opens the authors' book 

and it 

all 

fades 

away. 

Escape

Her superpowers are words 

as she writes about 

her pain and truths.

She never realized 

that every book 

helped several others 

escape their 

troubling reality. 

 

Another young girl 

countries away 

hears the bullying, 

the yelling 

but opens the authors' book 

and it 

all 

fades 

away. 

 

Love Is

Love is letting him talk on the phone to his friend in peace. Love is saying I love you without opening your mouth. Love is ignoring his texts while you study and him not minding. Love is wanting to get married, but not wanting to rush allowing ourselves enough time to take a detour if we see a wall ahead. Love is blind but has 20/20 vision. Love wears those shorts you hate but looks dashing when he smiles. Love is never touching but always feeling his presence. Love is waiting 2 hours to see you for 2 minutes. Love is buying you your favorite drink on a hot summer day, but offering his jacket when the chill heads your way. Love is funny. Love is cute. Love is sweet. Love is dorky. Love is real. 

Nothingness

You open your eyes and look around. It’s all white. You blink and rub your eyes in confusion only to get extra lost in the moment. You’re in a vast place of nothingness. There is no color, there is no white, and there is no black. It just is. You try walking and you do, yet you find you’re no closer nor farther away from anything. You are walking but you’re at a standstill, there is no floor, no wall. It’s like being stuck in the vast sea but without the scenery. Panic fills you. You want to scream and you do but no one hears you, no one is near you. You are alone. You are lost. You find yourself wondering how you are here, how long you must stay, how can you escape? Why must you stay, why not just drift away? You close your eyes and see your life as clear as day. Children playing, couples bickering, balloons floating. Oh, wonders of wonders, the things we dismiss when we get caught up in doing, doing, doing. If only you could go back and appreciate all the beauty the world graces upon you. 

You were content living your monotonous life, you settled for whatever. You stopped challenging yourself. You stopped questioning the politics, the society you were expected to conform to. As a matter of fact, you gave in. All the propaganda got to you, like a bad commercial with a catchy jingle, stuck in your mind all day. You used to hold signs for justice and peace, but as the bills got larger your time for justice got smaller. You used to tell your parents to look at the world like a glass half full, now you struggle to think it anything other than empty.  

As you start to feel solemn about all that you’ve missed and all you will miss, you wake with a start. Nothingness is a terrifying concept. Never again do you want to feel this way. You shake away the lingering despair and go about your day. Doing, doing, doing. Missing the laughing child, the wistful couple and never recognizing the red balloon floating above you. 

  • goodreads-1-555352

©2018 by Being. Proudly created with Wix.com