A Third World Prayer

Bruised, blood-stained feet of a child.
Growing pains, working in the fields
‘Till she grows lame.
Dusk ‘til dawn, cultivating rice
hoping one day to get a raise
in status above her siblings.
She has four brothers
so why even bother,
in a male infested world
that she will never conquer.
Sold into slavery at thirteen
to a man 20 years older
in the dark he would behold her,
undeveloped features make her angelic
but a look in the mirror and all she sees is demonic.
Vomiting at her sight, but she really knows
that she’s starving the baby inside,
that she hopes dies, so it won’t have to be a girl
so that she can tell her lies,
that her mind and grace is what makes her defined.
Her bones boldly defined in her thin white garment.
Masked scars she cuts into her arms,
being in hell is the reason
she hasn’t seen her mom in 10 seasons
after her father auctioned her off to this demon.
Laying down in bed
she says her final prayer:

“Lord, swallow the hate that consumes this world.
Shed tears on the fires that burn our souls,
Evoke wisdom for those who will listen,
And I pray peace for all God’s children.”

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Have You Ever?

Have you Ever?

Have you ever felt alone,

Like if you shouted at the top of your lungs over the Effiel tower, people still wouldn’t hear you?

Have you ever been consumed in thought,

So much so that you accidentally use your car keys to try to unlock your front door?

Have you ever been so confused,

That that you start asking your pet or your pillow for answers?

Have you ever felt betrayed,

Like when your friend use to by like your brother/sister, but now they have become your sworn enemy?

Have you ever had a longing for someone,

Like when say you will trek the mountains, the ocean, and Atlantis for them,

But when you see them pass by, you dumbly walk the other way?

If you have ever felt any of these things, be grateful, you are still very much alive.

 

Young Love

I want you to know I love you.

Yes you, the boy with the eyes, that has a light brown hue,

That turns a dirty blond on a spring infected morning.

You had me at first lust, without even courting.

 

Two young doves when we met.

Moved in together before you and my mother even met.

Mother said slow down, God’s time is the right time.

But the right time is this time because my time, is always the right time.

Or so I thought.

 

Our love fell apart in the fall.

Standing on my wall of regrets I wanted to fall, so that I could never recall,

Not the lies you told me…. well sort of,

But the lies I told myself, thinking this could be love.

Perception

shattered mirror
Every season in life brings new adventures that can be dreadful or exciting, all depending on how you look at it.

While your life might seem like an obstacle to you, it can be the answer to someone else’s prayers.

It’s all about perspective.

Sometimes you need to change the way you look at your job, the way you look at your loved ones, the way you look at your friends or even the way you look at your adversaries.

But perhaps most importantly, you need to change the way you look at yourself.

Although you may be comfortable (or not) with the current season you are in

You should know that there is something better waiting for you on the other side of perception.

 

Sincerely,

shattering my old perceptions

 

What Lies Beneath

10/5/16

Journal Entry: What Lies Beneath

 

What lies beneath that pancaked drug-store foundation

Or those green contact lenses that you use to hide your light brown irises.

What lies beneath the temporary washed out auburn die, that covers bold, jet black tresses.

 

What lies beneath your degree in petroleum engineering

Or the many awards littered around your dull apartment full of scholarly accomplishments.

What lies beneath the years of labor to achieve your goals, to find out it was never what you expected.

 

What lies beneath the years you let pass to hold on having a family

Or the lost times with loved ones that you occasionally called on Christmas and birthdays.

What lies beneath your reasons, to forget to live your life.

Surely not worldly pressures to obtain the tangible, by forsaking the intangible……

 

Sincerely,

A young adult of the millennial generation

 

I Forgot

I Forgot,

To look at blue skies every morning and let the sun’s heavenly glow drip down my skin.

I Forgot,

To be thankful for my past, both the good and the bad and the breath I’m using to write this poem.

I Forgot,

To be present. I’m really not in this moment, but thinking about tomorrow, next week, next year…next life. I want to learn how to live in this moment.

I Forgot,

To write….my greatest talent from God, overshadowed by my consent.

Sincerely,

Choosing to remember

Took A Break

Had to take a break to reevaluate my life.

Had to take a step back, to realize all the people I lost along the way,

and appreciate the ones that always stayed.

Had to take a break from the hectic semester and give myself a real vacation.

Had to take a step back to realize I’m better off with the less that I have now,

compared to the more I had before,

I’m coming back for good, hopefully I’m not misunderstood

that I had to take a break. Simple. 

But now I’m fully reloaded, accessible, adjusted,and primed to get my blogging on. Simple.

Runner

Breath shallow

Eyes transfixed

The gun is fired.

Smoke intoxicates her lungs.

Her strides become longer with every breath

Time is her biggest competitor,

It hovers around her like her shadow.

The sounds of the applause become audible

As she passes the finish line.

Here We Go Again

I’m threw,

So I through glasses at you

Hoping one of them will hit you.

As bad as you hit me, when you said I love you.

Here we go again, we fight to make up, to fight to make up.

I know you’re no good for me, so I don’t know why I keep running back.

It’s true that we want what we can’t have, and dismiss what we do have.

Well what I know is real, that is what you will never be. 

My perception created you, now it’s time I destroy you.

Destroy, the peace I thought you gave me, the shoulder to cry on when the world continued to break me.

Here we go again, we fight to make up to fight to make up.

You promised you changed, it’s a lie.

You promised we’ll never go back to that place, it’s a lie.

You said we will work it out finally, it’s a lie

I said I’m ready to move on

That’s also a lie….