Vulnerability

Writings, poems and other thoughts.

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grief

a punching bag 

gets no relief.

for a few seconds, the fighting might subside,

but there is no hiding. 

The endless uppercuts leave me breathless,

The jabs are nauseating. 

and when I think its over, I am reminded 

through a punch (picture), kick (a song), or an elbow (email),

of the pain that will forever reside (in my heart)

(where you use to be.) 

[softand--powerful-blog]

I am a woman

I am powerful. I can fill up a room with my vibrant energy, I can laugh the loudest and live the hardest. I will not be tiny. I am powerful. Do not treat me like a piece of meat, Running your eyes up and down me, To make me feel like my body is not my own. I am more than my body. I am a brilliant student, An incredible friend, A daring artist, I am my humanity. I am a woman. I will use my talents, my love, my passions, To ensure that little girls will never Have to feel ashamed of their own bodies. I will love myself, even if you don’t know how to love me. I am a woman.

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waves

I feel myself         drowning   In the overwhelming waves of      anxiety the waves rise around me, dancing to the tide       youre not good enough             youre not soft enough                  youre not kind enough           youre not fun enough The currant is strong enough for me to doubt          my loved ones and even                                              myself I’m gasping, shaking, swimming through the undertow                wondering if I will ever see the sun                                    again

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I will not tell you

“I understand”, when your brother               your uncle                         your dad gets shot for their skin color. I will not tell you “I understand”. When you say you are stereotyped for being a     crazy               black girl before you even begin. I refuse to silence my privilege. I will say, I feel for you.     I will stand for you. And I will care     and love You.

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There is a monster                    Its not under my bed   Its lurking even in the gentle and quiet days        I feel it when I am the happiest   It whispers all of my fears death         failing     faulty relationships    I have never known quietness             There is a monster,      Not under my bed   But rather                   Inside my head