Not over her
I still want you near
I still want you here
Please stop pulling away, I thought you said youād stay.
I wish youād still look at me.

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Not over her
I still want you near
I still want you here
Please stop pulling away, I thought you said youād stay.
I wish youād still look at me.
Maybe if...
maybe if they solely stopped seeing Black women as magic but also real theyād stop thinking they have claim to our bodies
maybe if our big asses never led to us being called bumble bees they would have been better appreciated until they were seen on a Kardashian
maybe if my body wasnāt the site where they directed their sexual frustrations at, I would never have seen a white womanās and thought it an aspiration
maybe if I stopped caring so hard theyād think itās okay to continue
to steal;
our hair,
style,
accents,
heroes,
histories
and food.
give it a new name and Christopher Columbus the whole thing and say ālook what we discovered happens to the chicken when you add some seasoning to itā
Yes we know it tastes better.
But theyāll forever see us in that dimly lit light, where only a few of us are allowed to shine
and the rest of us are left with hardly a food, history, heroes, accent, style, hair nor body to call mine.
- image: Michaela Coel; photographed by Joshua Kissi
My loneliness is killing me
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Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga (2019)Ā dir. Shelly Chopra Dhar
āThe path to true love is complicated. The tougher the path, the more magical the story.ā
I want to apologize to myself for constantly submerging in a state of panic, for allowing myself to self-destruct for so many years. There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness. ā@BriannaPastor #NoteToSelf ⣠⣠artwork by @itsmartafont https://www.instagram.com/p/BxxakgoIC7F/?igshid=74q87nxg4bj9
Please forgive me, Iāll try harder
dont care if i sound corny or cliche but to love and be loved back and not having to second guess where u stand in someones heart is such a warm and safe feeling & everyone should have the luxury and pleasure of having it always
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a story in 3 sentences
iāve lost her again.Ā
if found please return me to my mother.Ā
even if iām a little broken - bring back her little girl.
waves crashing fast, i try think of the past, please stay - 20something
Iām experiencing it again, that unexpected wave of sadness that manages to find me.
leaving me vulnerable. so I decided to write about it today. I struggle to talk about it and it weighs so heavy in my heart sometimes I wish it stop beating so I could get some reprieve.
Samphaās āNo One Knows Me (like the piano)ā just came on shuffle and I started crying. No one knows me. There is not a single person or thing I can turn to in my moments of self-hate and doubt. I think Iām going to burst one day with everything Iām keeping inside. But I know I canāt afford to - literally weāre going through yet another rough patch at home I would feel selfish if I had to defer funds we donāt have to myself and my inability to control myself.
I just wish I could stop it all, these feelings the pain. Itās under the surface and I fear what would happen the day I let myself feel EVERYTHING. It hurts sometimes, and it scares me because I know Iām still not experiencing it all.
Am I stronger than my trauma? I donāt know.
The memories make it worse. I wish I wasnāt so observant, so silent. so many things I wish I hadnāt seen. too young. someone protect me please. from myself. where are the adults? Iām the adult here.
someday Iāll write about my dad. how I love him. how I hate him a lot. how I love him even more than that. the name calling, the fights, the loneliness. the silences, the alcohol. the addiction. Christmases, New Years. Why I hate holidays. Why Christmas is my least favourite holiday. the bruises, the door. the window. the isolation. never being able to let people in.
MY MOM. iām sorry. iām sorry/ iām sorry. iām sorry. iām sorry. iām so sorry. iām so sorry. i wish you had a better daughter. iām glad you have a better daughter. i ām sorry. iām sorry. iām so sorry. please let me be. are you proud of me? itās not your fault. iām sorry your first love turned out like this. iām sorry the cards life dealt you. iām sorry for everything you sacrifice and endure. iām sorry your body is the sacrifice for us to live. and yet here i am not living. mama, i ām sorry. i wish i could tell you how much you mean to mean. i ām so sorry. iām so sorry.
this isnāt it. or it didnāt start out that way, maybe i need to abandon this part of me inside that holds me back. maybe then iāll be free and happy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Azqv46WFxZE
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