there were ways for her to stop him,
but she let him in anyways.
she was a bit broken afterwards.
as she walked around those hallways,
people noticed her cracks.
she thought that she can fool everyone,
but little did she know,
rumors are a bitch.
and they do come around.
walking around those halls,
made her feel as if she was bait, ready to be catch and ate whole.
memories were replayed in her mind.
maybe if she wasn't careless, she wouldn't feel utterly useless.
she wanted to become a black hole, to be set free like a bird.
words will forever and always be someone else's poison.
taste a bit in your mouth and watch as you slowly consume yourself,
into a justice that no one told you about.
'Ci'Agea
YOU ARE READING
Endless poetry, from a black girl.
PoesíaQuote: "I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone, beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to realization that appreciate is not what makes a human beautiful." -Christopher Pointdexter. just some of my feelings jumbled up...
