Day 22: Things People Say

Beaut

The African Hippy

Shame
You’ll be fine
I wish I was as bold
So what is it you do?
Where do you buy your clothes?
Oh, but you’re so strong
I can’t place you
Wow, you’re pretty
Who are you friends with? I always see you alone
If I knew where you lived, I would follow you home and rape you
Love your outfit
At least you’re not vegan
Your hard work will pay off
You look like you should be in…
What do you write?
You’re different
I would NEVER do that
What music are you into?
And your parents are ok with the way you dress?
Smile sweetheart, you look angry
Have you ever lived in Europe?
Why do you still buy CDs?
I don’t know who told you it was a good idea to shave your hair, but…
Are you really black?
THAT’S your ex?
I like you

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An Open letter: Undeserving Part II

I tried crying over you.

About you

And for you
But all I could do was pace up and down.
My body shaking.
I took walks instead.
And rebuilt my bones
Laughed at you.
Laughed at how your body cried out when your eyes sassed me out of a crowd of a dozen people.
Tell me… Is this how hate works?
Your mouth loving me today
Breaking me tomorrow
And your eyes not too sure where to look after that?
All I’m trying to do
Is unpack the hate knocked in the small acts of some type of endearment.
I’m trying to find the hate in the moments of declarations.
It should have been brave enough to not hide behind your fears of loving and living.

An Open Letter: Undeserving: Part I

Wine could never break my heart.

Or my bones, most importantly .

That’s all I do lately.
Drink bottles of wine and eat cheese .
I don’t smoke anymore.
Sitting on my bathroom floor smoking cigarettes seemed to be a futile effort.
It is usually how I mourn a love.
I never knew if I should cry for you.
You nearly broke my arm and the tears felt foreign
Lately…all I do is drink.
And swing my head sideways .
Feel my braids against  my face.
And think that’s how it would feel one day.
One day…
I’ll use up all your hate
You  won’t know how to get up in the morning.

How To Get Through Some Days.

1. Write

2. Eat only when the sun is out.

3. Beg your mother for forgiveness .

4. Ask someone to pray for you – you have been distant from God.

5. Attempt to cry.

6. Fail at crying.

7. Chew your pride up. Gulp it down with sorrow.

8. Do not look at him. But feel his hate crying out to you.

9. Smile and ask which part of this inspired so much hate.

10. Laugh at the hate. Laugh.