White noise plays in the background of my rushing mind.
Just that quick, my best friend is dead.
White noise bridging the gap, between the lapse of my inability to function.
Life's biggest fuck you knocking me down, nothing I can do but hear the sound of white noise.
Sometimes I think if the world would have stopped for just one second.
I could've walked wit my head high, as I buried part of me, probably could've gone on without depression.
The world didn't stop and the white noise grew . It felt like a fat "Ha Ha Ha. Here the worlds biggest fuck you!"
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BROWN GIRL
PoetryThis poem was inspired by spoken word poetry. It's always been one of my favorite styles of writing. Specifically, this piece is giving insight to any one who is reading on my perception of myself, a brown girl. It feels amazing and so intentional...
