surviving the storm

features

part 1:

I wish my mouth was able to create art
murals and protraits
of things a prophet would say
Instead all I say in nonsense
Exposing it and doing the wrong things
That's why I rather have it shut
I wonder how philosophers do it
Authors, journalists
how can they can just put it out there
Printing their words in ink
This bravery
I want to be just like them
I want someone to listen
As if I'm a vinyl of music
Over and over again
Able to soothe them

part 2:
I wish my hands could create
not destroy
others, nature and myself
I want them to build
empires as the ones before me
they stand rough as sandpapaer
not able to belong in anyone's hands
Rough thin and long
they have faced wars in within myself
I want them to caress, help and keep me at balance
To keep on going and fighting
not balling them up as fists
But holding a olive branch
Able to create peace

part 3:
I sometimes miss my old hair
The one I was born with
Silky and dark
Thick just like my mother's
Inches of locks,
many girls would envy
but instead of honoring my gift
I cut it burned it and bleached it
Now when I see in the mirror
It's not me
Its someone else
A mere reflection
of what I was scared
I would turn into

part 4:
My eyes tell stories
All the hurt and pain is glazed on them
my happiness shines through them as a comet crossing the night sky
the color of the late sunset resides on both
Round and Almond, I've learned to love them
it's sad to think
I wanted another color
Something else
When I was born to be this way with a reason
So now I embrace and celebrarte them
For yet I can see the bad
But the good of life will outshine it

part 5:
society always gives the wrong portrayal
of the female body
something that should be praised
is now treated as a business
Pressuring women to show more
In order to fit in,
and be someone
when it's a women character
that outshines any body
I am someone
who used to think my body
was for others to use
and did not belong to me
I used to deplete it from love
And just like that
My insides started dying
I felt like someone else
Not myself
An empty person
with no self respect
I did a lot of things to my body
I wish I could've changed
But now I'm learning
from my mistakes
taking care of it
Nurturing back to health
I just wish
I could have another one
Much thinner and curvier
The way society makes them