Mike Driver
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@shethoughtso
I found you
I found you in the darkest of times In nights of despair and hopelessness
I found you when I needed to be saved You protected me like no one else could
I found you everywhere I looked Because you were all I wanted to see
I found you and they said you’re an illusion But you seemed so real to me
So I left everything that seemed certain And embraced the madness that brought me to you In hope that you understand my passion And love me, unconditionally, too.
Why do brown moms baby their sons so much like damn let him grow up he can fetch himself water and make himself tea he a grown man like men like that grow up thinking women are their to serve them and thats it
What kind of miserable bitch do you have to be to write this post?
^ umm there literally is no need to be “a miserable bitch” to make a point like the op did. its called having enough of lazy men who cannot do the smallest things for themselves and depend on women to serve them everything. we’re not maids. we weren’t placed on Earth to serve men. it’s not our duty to feed your lazy pampered ass. your mother isn’t your slave. neither is your sister, aunt, cousin, grandmother or wife, but my question: what kind of a miserable bitch do YOU have to be to be offended by the truth? ur one of those grown men who can’t fetch water for themselves aren’t you lol
I Tried..
I ran away And found myself, Waiting,Standing At the same spot Where I had started Know what I did next? I ran again. And Again,And Again,And Again They say your roots hold you firm Keep you from falling But not all of us are seeds Some of us die when buried Some of us weaken when tied down By the great big Hamster Wheel The one they life You think you'll get away You think you'll reach there But then it spins And Spins,And Spins And Spins So you end up where you started Staying in the same isn't any good Neither is trying to escape But between you and me; I'd always choose the latter Just so I'll be able to say: I Tried. -Afifah Luqman
"BUT.."
“Be obedient.” "Can’t You behave like a girl?See here, Missy,Never forget hat you are a girl. You have to be pretty, and nice. You aren’t very pretty, so now you need to be pretty nice. So everyone likes you "
" But they say you can’t please everyone.. "
"Okay,fair enough. So that...
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Love Letter
The room you walked into came to light And that was when I believed in love at first sight. Too Chiché. .............................................. Your perfume is a memory A beautiful, nostalgic feeling I couldn't help but notice it then Now It stays wherever I go Naaah. Scratch it out. All of it. ...................................................... I fell in love with you It wasn't an accident, it felt right Fate brought us together, Fate took us apart All when the time was right. It's sad because now I see How much you mean to me I know now, All those writings, all those songs Add up to the one thing I have been looking for you all my life I have been waiting for you all my life.
I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
(via thegirlwhocould21)
She noticed it for the first time when she was six. The teacher had been trying to explain to her class how all humans were different. She’d pointed out her and another girl and said, “Look at how Saffia is dark and Amna is fair, but they are both your friends and you treat them all the same.” The...
'..to the stranger who has loved you all your life..' #Qoute
Exactly.
But you're not free,dearest.Freedom is fictional.It's what writers and poets make up to sell their stuff.You will never be free,because freedom doesn't exist. It shouldn't depress you though.You're lucky to not be in a cage that you can see. So sometimes,you can imagine what it would be like if you weren't bound,if you weren't a slave to the society, held by your abilities and your weaknesses. Weakness is slavery.Freedom is to not have any weaknesses.Freedom is strength.
My late night ramblings
"No place for a girl like you"
"BUT.."
“Be obedient.” "Can’t You behave like a girl?See here, Missy,Never forget hat you are a girl. You have to be pretty, and nice. You aren’t very pretty, so now you need to be pretty nice. So everyone likes you "
" But they say you can’t please everyone.. "
"Okay,fair enough. So that most people like you"
"But I don’t like most people”
"Nobody would like you with an attitude like that"
"But…Its True!"
"If you keep up with this attitude, You’ll have to stay alone forever.You have to blend yourself with people,behave how they want you to behave,do what they want you to do…"
"And believe what they want me to believe? Say what they want me to say?What good is being myself then? Most people are hypocrites. Do you want me to be a hypocrite too? Most people lie. Do you want me to lie as well?"
"Do you or do you not want to fit in?"
"Sigh… I do."
"Then its the price that you’ve got to pay"
She was right, of course. She always was. But she was also a bitch. And I was a rebel.
" I’m Sorry , it cannot work this way. I can live without being liked. I can live without love. Love can give happiness both ways. I’ll try giving love. We’re all starving here, for love, for peace, for happiness. And every unhappy day takes a bit of our time away…And we, human beings are made up of nothing but time "
"Can’t you just pretend you like them? Can’t you just say ’How are you doing?’ or ‘Nice to meet you’ or ‘Please do come again..’ with a smile on your face, so they would think you’re a good well mannered girl? Trust me on this, You will be doing yourself a favor."
She always thought she was right. She was just as proud as I was. She was also just as stubborn, or rather, I was just as stubborn
"And Lie? I’m not going to show up. Its decided. Please don’t make this complicated. I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do. It is a matter of choice "
"You think you have a choice? You think you can speak of things like freedom and choice and then hope to be accepted by people around us? Until you learn to submit, and obey, you will remain an outsider. An out cast. No friends. No family that’s proud of you. No nothing. And you will starve on your need of love,and acceptance. Until you learn to obey, and to accept, there will be no place for a girl like you"
And before I could think of an answer, she walked away. Clearly, because she thought I was a lost case.
But I had hope. Perhaps, its all I had,and all I will ever have. And for now, just hope will have to suffice.
Chapter one of a short story I've just started. My first attempt at fiction
